Voices, voices
In my head
I’m not okay
They tell me to cut
They tell me to kill
They tell me suicide
Voices, voices
Its to much
Scared of them
In a corner
I sit with them
Cutting away the pain
A razor blade to call my friend
The scars to show
I’m not okay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem