The voices are filling my head, echoing the thoughts that haunt me deeply. My numbness decreases with each letter, each sound I hear as the sound of my voice goes off, except I'm not speaking. "You're not enough," "Worthless," says the voice. My breath echoes in the high school bathroom I hide in. I crouch behind the toilet as I curl my knees into my chest, hands holding my head. My uneasiness grows, as if I am being hunted by my own fears, my own burdens finding me. They imprisoned my soul. My breathing gets heavier, and it goes dark.
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Truth | Poems & Short Stories
PuisiThis is an anthology containing a bunch of poems and short stories I've written. TW: Contains depictions of Depression, Anxiety, Abuse and Trauma
