It starts with the voices.
Are you an idiot?
What you do is weak.
Why do you try?
There all laughing and feel sorry for you.
I often zone out to listen, trying not to reply. Dont wanna be sent to the asylum again ya know.
There loud. Reminding me of what has happen, why it's my fault. I see the people who torment me everyday. Smiling like I did something and revenge is coming for me.
I'm just tired
Onward tward therapy for the 5th time
YOU ARE READING
Damaged
PoetryJust a series of poems that I write when I'm down or when I want to write inspirational poems
