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why I thought I was doing better

I'm not sure if your read the new chapter of my book but I said I was doing better and I thought I was yet now I'm sitting on the floor of my bathroom crying because the voices are coming back the voices telling no one care the voices that tells me I'm not enough, the ones that tell me to kill myself the ones that lead me to when I am right now the ones that told me to go to the bathroom and harm myself these voices have led me to believe I'm not enough these voices have me on the floor contemplating harming myself with the scissors I put in my pocket because it feels like the only way out