As I sit alone in the dark, the voices whisper to me. They say such awful things.
As I lay alone in bed I think of every little detail, every little thing that went wrong or could have gone better.
As I stay unmoving from my spot on the floor I wonder if it's all really worth it. I wonder if the emptiness inside myself will be filled. Maybe... No!
As I stand in front of the mirror I don't see the person I wish I was. Strong. Self confidant. Someone who's able to speak in public to strangers. Someone who doesn't have to repeat the word 'here' in their head multiple times before their name is called in roll because they aren't scared to make a fool of themselves.
As I scroll through social media hoping to distract myself from the emptiness inside, I see a meme. It says "When I think of my future for more then 3 seconds" and it shows a woman in tears. I cannot describe how accurate that is.
As I stand on the bridge looking down at the street the voices are clawing at the cage in my mind. They try to break free and unleash their destructive powers of manipulation.
As I sit quietly in class the voices come back, they tell me how I'm stupid, how I'm worthless, they tell me how I'll never amount to anything in life.
As I sit alone in the dark my stomach twists into knots because I know that I'll never be rid of these voices.
As I sit alone in the dark I try to remember that they aren't real, it's only the chemical imbalance in my brain.
As I sit alone in the dark I slip into sleep, but I remember that I have to go through all these thoughts again tomorrow.
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A poem about stuff
PoetryI was given an assignment in English class to write a slam poem on anything that I felt strongly about. What better to write about than what is going on in my head everyday. What better to write about then my feelings.
