Voices murmer.

They will not be quiet.

I hear the calls of everyone.

All I want is peice for my broken heart.

Death seems to be shouting my name.

As I grow more sadder with each day.

I should take my pills. 

They make me happy.

Those little monsters are not really me.

I hate how I am not able to function with those little things.

I want to cry at the most happiest times.

I laugh at the most desperate times.

Mother smiles at me.

I smile back only pretending to really be at my best.

I hear voices of the people I love.

They send shivers to me when they speak.

I want nothing more then a nice forever silence.

I hope to one day be able to never feel this way.

I already know they say I should take my pills.

I want to function without them I really do.

I don't need those things.

I don't want this to all happen again.

I am falling down the huge cliff.

Hitting every bump

as I skid rignt on down.