Story 22: The voice is...
The voice in my head gets louder, stronger, hungrier. I know what it means. I'm slipping. Falling into deep madness, drowning in a dark depression. It happens every time.
A red flag.
It mocks me, laughs at me, bullies me. It urges me to do bad things. To hurt myself. To... Kill myself... I haven't give in thus far, but how much longer can I hold? The urge, it gets worse everyday. I must scratch, I must bleed, I must hurt. I need to feel the pain again. To see the crimson blood flow. I need to feel alive. To stay alive.
Because they promised it's worth it.
I fight it. Take the pain, ignite it. But then I realize, the voice is me...
Poem 22: Medication, Hooray!
One pill,
From a bottle of thirty.
Anxiety.
Will I sleep soundly?
Not quite.
Still,
I cry.
I wake up,
Wondering.
Congratulating.
Thank goodness,
You're still alive.
Don't mess up now.
Please,
Don't die.
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