Comments about Roselyn Edwards
Voices In My Head
I hear a voice inside my head;
Is it really mine? or is it one ill-bred?
I hear the voice so sad, sounding like it cried;
I heard the words so softly, wishing it were dead;
I hear the sound, it told me I could confide;
I listened to its whisper, trusting, but turns out it lied.
All my life was wasted;
Yelling, everything I tried was, let's face it
lost, broken, worthless;
Were all dreams without purpose?
Faith in God was like a child believing Santa,
It seemed so true; it seemed so logical, that
Hope was like believing I was princess Diana, ...