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little whispers called suicide...
all the maddness that goes on in my head
the little whispers of suicide
at the back of my head
yet never heard
but always there
many things will always be there
things of pain,
darkness,life
lust,love,friends...
the thought of him finding out
the thought of losing him
why do i have to be put through sooo much doubt?
i dont get it and i dont understand
all the whispers...that go off in my head
even the ones that think
im often dead....
it doesnt matter
i wont change
i wont listen
to those stupid games...
only if he still likes me
then ill be happy...
even if i did
try to listen to those
little whispers at the back of my head
the tiny whispers called suicide....
