my head is constantly
filled with voices.
voices telling me
"you're a horrible person"
"you're not good enough".
and no matter how hard
i try to block them out,
to drown them in
my beloved words,
bury them in song lyrics,
recite bits of poetry
in order to cover up the voices
always yelling at me
it never works.
they're screaming at me
all the time.
and yet no one hears,
no one ever hears a thing.
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
