The road


I have become a nobody,
I am on a road to nothingness.
This road is made of pills and blades,
And I use every single one as I walk along.

Sometimes I hear whispers floating through my ears,
But there isn't a single person in sight.
They whisper things in my ears that I can't stand to hear,
They tell me to cut, starve, burn, and they tell me that I am worthless.

They call me so many things that I don't want to hear,
Fat, ugly, stupid, hopeless, why do they judge me so much?
I don't know them but they seem to know me,
They get into my head and tangle my emotions into a knot.

The doctors tell me that it's a chemical imbalance,
My friends and family tell me that it's going to be okay.
I think that I'm crazy but then again...
Aren't we all?


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