I am tired
And it feels like I die
A little more
As another day passes
With torturing words taunting me
Saying how I'll never be good enough
How everyone would be happier
If I were dead
I don't need a bully to tell me these
'Cause my mind already is
My mind is a bigger bully than anyone
No person is a match
Because I can't lie to myself
And as those thoughts arise
It's not your voice I hear
It's not a strangers
It's not just a thought
With no voice at all
I hear mine
Mine alone
Saying I should die
So I listen
-origanal
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Little Things
Diversosthese will be one shots, short stories, poems, basically anything that i write that doesn't go into a story of mine.
