The voices are like the bad guys. And I'm the good guy. But sometimes the good guys loose. "Cut it." " End it." " Loser" " broken soul." That is how they speak to me. Scary? Right. Sometimes I fear for my self.
There is one thing that makes then go way for like 40 seconds. But that is not long enough. All I do it read the note and think about where and who Leslie is with.Then they come back to haunt me.
Trying to sleep is the hardest part. I lay awake all night, I'm lucky if I get an hour of shut eye. Thinking. Listening. Thinking. I think of the words unspoken, the lies, the letter, my mom , and Leslie. Listening to the voices and what they tell me. Maybe we are all the bad guy here.
YOU ARE READING
Dear My Broken Soul,
Teen FictionI have no words. Only what is left to tell my story Sincerely, my broken soul
