"Can't help anybody when you can't help yourself. "
Say the voices in my head.
"Everyone would be better off
If you were just dead."
They talk and they talk at the worst of times.
One moment I smile
The next I cry.
I'm trying to get it under control.
But my monsters rage inside.
Jumping around my head
Deceiving my eyes.
Making me believe the lies.
Contemplating suicide.
Gotta write.
But sometimes they're calm.
And I'm genuinely happy.
I can let her take over.
And just rest for a while.
Or at least until they come back another time.
5/4/16 3:55 a.m.
