There are voices in my brain.
They whisper to me constantly.
They tell me the things about me I don't want to hear.
And no matter how much I try to block them out,
I can't,
My mind is in an endless buzz of anger
Anger at myself,
Anger at my actions
Anger because I'm not a good person
Ande yet, I still allow my self pity
And with this anger,
And with this self hatred,
The voices thrive
Yes, they capitalize on the hatred I abhor towards myself
And they speak the truths I don't want to hear
The truths I can't deny
And so I fade
And so I fall
And so I drown
In this sea of self hatred
I forged with my own hands
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Late Night Overthinking
PoetryA collective of poems I've written, generally late at night, to help organize my thoughts and just generally cope with things in life.
