More days go bye.
More suicide thoughts.
And more scars appear.
Maybe appear isn't an appropriate word.
I mean they do appear, but I am physically putting them there myself.
This time I almost passed out from cutting too deep.
I could have kept going.
All the pain would have been over.
But a little voice in my head stopped me.
I keep hearing more and more of those voices lately.
Some encouraging me to be better, some encouraging me to end it all.
But who do I listen to?
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Voices in my head (Michael clifford)
RandomThese are the thoughts and diary entry's of a suicidal boy named Michael clifford.