Little voices in my head.
Telling me I should be dead.
Little voices inside me.
Why must you be so very mean?

Little whispers in my ear.
Saying I shouldn't be here.
Little whispers come and go.
Making me feel lower than low.

Little voices aren't from within.
They're the people under my skin.
Little voices from that person.
Shouting what seems like cursing.

Little voices I ignore.
Even though they seem to bore.
Little voices in my head.
Telling me I should be dead.