I hear voices
Every day,
They tell me I should die
I'm not good enough
I'm ugly, and fat
I should just end everyone's pain of looking at me
I denied it all at first, but now it seems true
I'm not worthy of living
I'm just a pile of shit
Being stepped on by many
The voices aren't making it worse
They're helping me
They know what's best for me
YOU ARE READING
~All Alone~
РазноеThis is just random thoughts from a self harmer. This is what goes on in my head, and maybe others. Note: I do not support self harm, or eating disorders.