I've never been much of anyone. Everyone tells me that I'm this amazing guy that everyone can look up to. Ha. That's wrong. If only they knew how I felt behind closed doors.
The voices, the dread, the need to mute everything. I wanted to feel okay again don't get me wrong, I've always wanted them to go away. They never do though. The pain stays with me wherever I go. Causing me to push everyone away.
I haven't always been like this. I had hopes, dreams. Then one day, reality set in. And damn, I didn't think reality could feel like this. Everyone is smiling. Everyone is laughing. Living. Then there's me. I'm not alone, but I feel that way. I have friends, but they aren't in my head anymore. They've been replaced. By the voices that never EVER shut up.
Then, I met her. And the voices....started to fade.
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You Stop the Voices
RandomI have always considered myself an outcast. Someone you pass by on the street and say "hi" to but you really don't care for a responce. I hate myself. I hate the world. I have no reason to be here. The voices attacked me relentlessly. But all voices...
