Our problems

Voices

These are what the voices say in my head, the ones that inform me that I'm not worth it. They say," You're nothing, you should just end it and end up hurting the people that you love, I mean, it's not like you do any different now, you freak. You're a monster, and you'll never amount to anything. Who the hell loves you anyway, who could love a disgrace Like you, after all, you break everything in your path. Everything you hold dear always slips through your fingers because you aren't holding tight enough so what's the point in your existence. You always screw things up, you mistake, you should've never existed. Who the hell do you think you are, walking around like you own the place, being rude to everyone you talk to. You'll never change, you'll always just be a monster of hatred. So end it, end your life, because it's not like anyone will remember you after you die anyways, you're already invisible to everyone and you're most definitely not wanted by anyone so just go and DIE!"
Day in and day out I deal with this, but thing about it is, the voices, they're becoming more convincing, the temptation I have to give in to those words, to do as they say. It's only a race for me, to see in whether I'll give into my anger and lose myself, or just kill myself. I wonder how I get by every single day. The only thing keeping me from going off the edge is The Man Upstairs.

The one thing I have to say to the people that go through the same thing, that hear those voices, is this. You're loved, you'll always be loved by someone. Wether it's God or your next-door neighbor, there'll always be a person there for you, who loves, who's there for you. Just know, that you're not alone, there will always be someone who cares about you.