I told you of a time where I wanted to die. A time where the voices got to much. Those voices came back the other day. They told me I wasn't good enough.
Being told nobody loves you, day in and day out. It gets to you, ya know? They say the same thing.
But people try to tell me they know what I'm going through. Do they really? They don't know what it feels like to hear them say 'kill yourself' 'do it'. It's the scariest voice I've ever heard. It's the scariest thing in the world.
They don't know what what it feels like to cry on the floor. Asking God why me? Why? What it feels like to want to be held and not have anybody? Not trusting your own parents? Not trusting your own friends? Distancing yourself to protect others?
They don't know what the voices say to me at night. They don't understand the pain they've put me through. The way they make me punch my bed, or cut my wrist. The way they make me feel so empty and worthless. Nobody knows what those voices say but me. And there is no help for me. So go ahead and leave, I'll always have your voice in my head.
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The dark parts of my thoughts
De TodoThis is just my thoughts, poems/spoken words, art work, my own personal stories, and some of my life. Therapy only seems to help a little, considering I barely talk. So let's see if this helps at all.
