Voices calling from Hades awaiting my arrival. Voices whispering from inside my mind awaiting for my demise. I can feel the emptiness in my heart and I wonder why. I don't choose to be this way, but I am. I wish I could be Mr. Popularity, but my hatred for people stops me from accomplishing my goal. I hate myself and for that I'm tormented with awful dreams and low self esteem. I can think of numerous ways to end my despair, and they all to seem to end with suicide. Hanging, suffocating, overdose, to slit my wrist, jumping off a building or bridge, or the prayer to God to take my life while I sleep. My torment is myself, and no matter how hard I try I can't get rid of this mother fucker.