Most people lay in bed and wait for their dreams
I lay in bed and listen to their screams
I sit and hear their twisted voice
Every night I endure it I have no choice
When I sleep they reign supreme
I really wish they were only a dream
I knew I was a few short of a full deck
When I awoke holding a knife to my neck
Iv heard them now for over a year
With them around its hard to hold anyone dear
Damn these voices and their murderous ways
My will to live is the only thing that moves me now days
This poem is amazing and I can really relate to it. I've heard voices for about 5 years now and I know too well how hard it is to deal with.