The Life of Schizophrenia

Do you hear that?
The voice echoing throughout my head
The crying and screaming, oh how I wish I was dead!
They tell me things I don't want to know
And all at once my thoughts begin to slow
Could it be they're gone?
Am I finally alone?
To live quietly and freely on my own
With a heart that holds despair
But suddenly begins to care
Until the night falls and sleep is here,
I am not alone for they do reappear...
For Monsters do not live under your bed,
Monsters live only inside of your head