There are theses voices I hear
Can you hear them too?
Or is it just in my head?
They come out at night
When I try to sleep
Talking to me
First it wasn't that bad
Not nice at all
But not too mean
But now they are mean
Calling me
Fat
Ugly
Stupid
Worthless
They tell me that
No one loves me
I'm a waste of space
I need to stop eating
Then I realized
They are telling the truth
The voices don't lie to me
Unlike anyone else
These voices tell me what I need to hear
Is it wrong that I kinda like these voices?
This chapter was written late at night when the voices started to talk
Stay strong
Wrist are for bracelets, not cutting ~Kellin Quinn
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self harm and depression
PoetryThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.
