A feeling overpowers me
The voice inside my head whispers to me
You would be better off dead
I try to ignore it
I try to get help
But when it's still and quite
That is what I dread
Because that monster indefinitely leaves my head
The monster becomes me
It takes over control
And the result
I put myself down
I lose control
I hate myself
And the way to get the monster away
Is the blade
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