why to I listen to the voices in my head? Why do I think they matter? That they are right? Why I'm I to weak to fight? To weak to resist? The thoughts come one after another, poisoning my brain.
Weak, a line. Coward, another line. Why do you even listen? Line. To scared to face the voices yourself, line. Your only doing this for attention, line. So weak that you make this a big deal so people notice you, line. You think you matter? Line. People only hang out with you because they pity you, line. Pervert, line. Lazy, line. Ugly, line. Fat, line. Disliked, line. Thief, line. Liar, line. Line, line, line, line, line.
257 lines. All for my mistakes.
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Thoughts from my corner.
De TodoI have a corner I like to sit in. I think in that corner. I think of alot of things. here is a collection of those strange and dark thoughts.
