If people knew what went on in my head id be locked up in a mental hospital. I have arguments with the voices. The tell me to kill myself. I don't want to listen to them but they won't leave me alone. They have always been there but one day they got louder. I just want them to stop. I just want to put a bullet in my brain.
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The broken
PoesíaThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
