The Voice

The voice is loud and deep, booming through my ears
They haven’t been this bad now for so many years
They are there all the time, both day and at night
It makes me feel defeated, giving up the fight

He says I deserve to be punished, deserve all the bad
If I try to ignore the voices that makes him really mad
I’ve tried talking back but it’s just no good
He gets louder, angrier, just like he said he would

So how do I punish myself, what will make him go
Ligature, overdosing, cutting, even though they leave me low
But that’s the only answer, obey his every word
Living my life without his voice is totally absurd

Now he wants me to stop eating, another way to suffer
So that’s what I’m going to do until I’m a little tougher
At least if I do as he says, my family won’t become ill
I’ll keep punishing myself until there’s a magic pill