Im home alone, all the lights are off

I drown out all my senses with music, yet the voices are louder.

They scream and beg and tear you down.

You challenge the wars in your head.

Regarding your feelings,

And shoving them deep down inside

Til’ there non-existent

Debating whether the murmurs in your ears are right

“Are they?”

It seems self-destruction is the only way to satisfy  the cries in the back of your mind

“Or are they real?”

I take the blade and fight my war,

With no army.

At the end of the day you know you're home alone yet when you look in the mirror you see a stranger with scars along her arms

lokking right back,

“How did it get this bad?”

You unrecognizable phycotic imperfection.

“Why?”

“Why did you let this happen?”