There are several voices in my head... some taunt me for not being good enough... some scream at me.. some are in a constant state of panic.. others are calm waiting paciently for their time to speak.. the calm ones are the worst. They hurt the most.. sling the most vilence with their words.
A rare few comunicate with picture. One less voice that should be good right.. no its not. The images they show me are gruesome and bloody...
Im held prisoner in my own head.. the voices never leaving me alone always torchoring me in someway or another
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Depression Kills
Randompoems I have written during times of depression... No hate comments please and thank you!!!
