When lies and truth become blurred

Destuctive

It's a night for screaming. It's a night for terror and blood. It's a night Of self hate. Rage boiling up in me I can't contain it. It spills over scorching the floor. It sizzles and screams. Burning everything in its path. It whispers through the house into the streets. Placing nightmares in the tender unguarded minds of those it passes. There's no escaping it. It seeps over your eyes causing your vision to go  red. It then passes into your ears making you feel your heart beat hammering in your head . It goes up your nose smarting  and some drips out. It then pours down your throat burning it with false angry words. When your throat is raw and it  settles at the bottom of your  stomach like a rock it begins to pour over so that other people hear the lies and harsh accusations you hear. every. Minute. Of. Every. Day.  They think it's directed at them but it's not. They just happened to be standing there at the moment the volcano of self hate erupted. Your stomach couldn't take it anymore so it spewed it all back up. Sending it in every direction. Not caring who it hit or burned. After you've let it all out you expect to feel better but your instead your body is raw and bleeding. It feels so much worse. The aftermath is catastrophic. Cuts and burns adorn your body. Foam coats your lips, your eyes are blood shot and you feel like your bleeding from the inside out. Seizures take hold of your body rendering you. Useless. Helpless. Hopeless. You sit dazed wondering what went wrong. Where did it all come from? Why had you allowed yourself to reach this place? Darkness takes the place of the rage filling you the same way it had but  leaving you feeling empty. It makes you question everything. It's a night for tears. It's a night for despair. It's a night for questioning why you even exist. It's a night for hating. It's builds till tears turn to screaming. Your old friend rage coming back. So the cycle continues. But one factor never leaves. Self hate always whispering in your ear. Tearing you down. Taking delight in your pain. It wants to drink your tears and sleep in a blanket of your blood. It burns every good bit that somehow got stuck to your skin as you brushed past  someone. It's voice is forever in your head. " hey fatty. Your stupid. What makes you think you'll ever be able to do that? Your to big. Your to ugly. Your nothing but a slut. You whore you deserve this! Your everything they say you are. Your such a liar. Your just kidding yourself. Nobody cares. Nobody likes you. Go die  in a hole! Shut up! You don't have anything worth saying. Just give up. Nobody wants. You. Your a slob. Stupid  whore. You  bastard. Your not worth dirt. Nobody would give you a second look. Nobody loves you. Nobody would miss you if you killed yourself. Die! Hang from a tree! People will be relieved if your gone. They'll be better off without you. That blade will make you feel better. Cut deeper   The blood is soothing. It needs to pour. They're better off without you. You know it's true. Kill yourself. It's for the best. Die you slut!! They were right." It's only objective it's only goal in life is to watch you fall. And not get back up.

These voices in your head are harmful and false. They need to be destroyed. Don't listen to the lies that nobody but you tell yourself. Tell some one the ugly words that  go on In There. Let them tell you truthful good words. Sounds so easy right? But seriously. Get help. You don't have to listen to those voices in your head. Let someone remind you who you are

God bless.  ❤️💙💜💚