Heads pounding

Whispers growing

They keep coming back

   Haunting

The voices breaking from Hiding

They tell me the things i already knew about them or us

I'd kill for them to dissapear cause' maybe then i wouldnt fear

I would sleep at night without the whispers of who im hurting or the people i'd hurt before

I wish i could tell someone about these voices 

But whithout them who would i be?

Would the old me still be here or would a newer happier version appear...

-Grace Fares