The voices won't stop torturing me.. They say I'm useless, Am I really? I'm useless, just another waste of space...
With just a chair to sit on and my sanity slowly lost as I would be sitting there.. Then when I saw one person come in half of the room became glowing white.. And a few years that person left and the room became more darker.. That person cam in again 3 more times then after that.. Ive snapped. When the person comes in the room that anything that can happen is darkness. I cant be happy inside anymore. Every time I hear my favorite songs.. They turn out to fuel my rage. Everytime I hear my childhood songs.. I become sad... Theres no one or nothing that can help me, and im happy about that.
I just won't tell my emotions, they tell themselves,
They won't shut up.
They won't stop begging,
Pleading,
For me to tell.
Please,
Let them know!
You're not okay.
You need help.
Trying to shut them out won't work..
Please, Tell me what to do.
I need help..
