The voices in my head say wake up
Hey, you can’t sleep
Can’t go home to yourself
What’s left of it
The voices in my head
They say you’re not good enough
No one really gives a shit about you
Your whole life sucks
And we’re what’s left of it
The voices in my head are louder now
They sing the bridge of the dreams I had
with the airiness of the child who had them
They break it down
I do not cling to what’s left of it
The voices in my head say hurt yourself
The pain will distract you
A nail cutter won’t draw much blood
At least not like razor would, coward
I dig into my skin
What’s left of it
The voices in my head have grown faint
We do not scream tonight
We haven’t for a while
Tomorrow, my reminder will come on at 9
I will use my med
Count what’s left of it
The voices in my head are silent
There are no voices in my head
I pull one final sound out of my mouth
I hold the gun to my head
