There’s a ghost inside the attic

Everyday I’ve been praying I would feel a little better
It’s getting bad again, the voice, it’s getting so much louder
There’s a ghost inside the attic, I can hear the cries and laughter
I will just try to ignore it, but that just makes me feel sadder
I don’t think I wanna be here, in my head it feels so spooky
I just want to end it all, my life is such a scary movie
Everyday I feel so empty, seems like nothing makes me happy
I am struggling to breathe, anxiety. it has me gasping
I don’t wanna hurt myself no more, but something has to help me feel
No one ever talks to me, I’m struggling to know what’s real
The doctors tried to fix me but I honestly don't fuck with pills
Just leave me here all by myself, I’ll be fine if I don’t kill
I know there’s something lurking near, I know it’s getting close as fuck
I think it’s made it to my head, I’m thinking about giving up
Tell me I’m not crazy, I’ve been so down on my fucking luck
Tell me it’s okay before I grab the knife and start to cut
I think I’m off my rocker, lost all sense in my humanity
Look me in my face, I feel like Michael on a killing spree
Kitchen knife inside my hand, reliving all these memories
I don’t wanna feel no more, please uninstall my reveries