Depression

I hear whispers inside my mind
telling me to do things
I don't know why I have to
but they pressure me to the max

I can't help but cry my heart out
I take this razor and slice my arm
The voices tell me to keep going
saying that pain is my best friend

I slice my arms some more
blood falls to the ground
I scream in agony
wondering why it is always me

I don't know what is happening
Maybe this life is a nightmare to all
Am I better off dead?
I tell myself everyday

I don't know what I'm suppose to do
I always keep hearing voices
Telling me that this is right
so I listen to them to the fullest

Scars all over my arms
I don't know what just happened
I crash to the bed at night
wondering if this is the start of my death