The voices inside,
Their telling me die,
I'm shutting them out
But it's not worth it to try.
They tell me I'm fat,
Look in the mirror,
You're not flat.
You're too ugly,
They say smugly.
Just look,
The scratches,
Inside your wrist.
Do you even,
Deserve,
To live,
To exist?
So I listen to the voices,
Tell me,
Are there any other choices?
They never leave my head,
All they wish,
Is to see me dead.
But they're right,
I can't look,
I can't stand this sight.
It's not worth it to try,
It's finally time to say bye.
YOU ARE READING
Read This Before The End of The World
Poetry- A collection of poems that everyone must read before the end is among us.
