My Subconsious Vs You

The voices tell me things that im not supposed to know, Dirty little secrets that are delivered by the crow. The voices in my head aren't simply "speaking" voices, They're piercing, loud and pressing, whom are offering me choices. The voices let me know that life is not the only option, I try to shut them up, but theres no way that i can stop them. Your voice is s'posed to nuture me and show me another junction, But when you join the voices my mind can no longer function. Your voice is meant to help me and pull me out of the dark, But when you scream along with them, you leave much harsher marks. Your voice is overwhelming, but not in a good way, Your voice pushes me to the edge, when you should pull me away. Im standing on this edge of sorts and looking to the sky, I realise the voices were just teaching me to fly. So now im here up in the air and finally looking down, The voices were my wings and yours was gravity I've found. So as im pulled back to the earth and i see where i am heading, I wonder if youll see my corpse and find yourself regretting.