The Voices

Silence is here, I can't hear a sound, except the slight whimper of next doors mutt-hound.
I like to be quiet sometimes in the day, nobody to listen, so I'll have my say.
The only thing I hear are the thoughts in my head, they chunner away till it is time for bed.
I give my opinion, then question it too, the hours fly by and I never feel blue.
So I'll chunner away with myself back and forth, it's all in my head...so I never grow hoarse.
I win some, I lose some, it's all hectic fun, as I argue my point in my head, till I'm done.
People can't see me, I'm not going mad, it's all just quite normal...and a little bit sad.
I'm losing the arguments and the convos turned thin, could do with some pals, some mates to join in.
The elf's and the fairies have all just turned up, just for a natter...to say "Hey, wattsupp!".
Now everyone's chatting, this is where It gets sad, the voices in my head are all turning bad.
It's no longer nice, there all bullying me, saying what I can or can't have for my tea.
I think I need help, so I'll ring nine nine nine, the operator is nice, her voice is sublime.
I'll ask her around for a nice cup of tea, and help with the demons a bothering me.
She said she'll be here in a minute,  so hold on and just wait, so I'm standing here at my own garden gate.
Hey wait a minute, an ambulance is here, it's the men in white coats to bring me some cheer.
There taking me away in my own special jacket, all belts and buckles...I bet it cost a packet.
I'm off to sleep now, with sirens in my head, I need a lie down in a hospital bed.
The nurses are nice, my room here is too, the walls are all padded, it all looks brand new.
I'm off to my bed now...I've just had my pills, they shut up the fairies and all of my ills.
So if your hearing voices, come stay in my pad, we'll both chat together and never be sad :)