They're here, listening to me. Watching me, hurting me.
The voices within.
They never run, nor hide.
Fore it's me,
They're inside.
I try to run,
I try to hide.
From,
The voices within.
They tell me things,
They yell and scream
Until I cry.
Because,
The voices within
Are eating me
Alive.
YOU ARE READING
Ugly
Short StoryStories and notes about how it feels to hate yourself. Depression is real. Sometimes its not easy to move on with a real smile and laugh. You believed her when she said she was tired, but she was cutting her wrist. When she said she was fine, but cr...
