I was bawling
I was gouging my heart out
The voices
The voices
They always told me what to do
Cut
Kill
Jump
Breathe
I was crying
I was crying
Just tell me what to
So I can do something
Anything
But this
I can't take this
So tell me what to do
Drown in a bucket
Scream in a plastic bag
But finally the voices said
We can't help you
We just can't help you anymore
They gave up on me
The Voices gave up on me
I gave up on myself too
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
...
I cried.
M. White
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Waters of Pain
PoetryLife stories told through raw, unadulterated pain. Each individual piece is it's own completed work but more will be added continually
