The voices inside

He's lost, confused
Has no-one to call, no-one to care.
He's searching, praying
For things he does not believe in.
He's breathing, in and out
Trying to control the angst.
He listens to voices, whispering
'You're no good, you deserve nothing'
Ripped apart and torn inside, yet...
He's living, surviving
Day by day.