The voice in my head,
Echo's the words you said.
Night and day it'll never rest,
But then again it's for the best.
Every word it says is true.
After all it came from perfect you.
Worthless it'll say.
Useless everyday.
Fat beyond belief,
Ugly without relief.
Annoying all the time,
So stupid it should be a crime.
The voice in my head,
Says I'm better off dead.
It's true, you know,
Because then the voice would go.
And though it wasn't my choice,
I am the terrible voice.
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Almost a poet
PoesíaI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
