☡warning contains self harm and schizophrenia☡
I hear them yell and scream, but they whisper more than anything else. The voices are quiet, but the words they say are terrible. The worst thing they have said to me was,"You can't hide your sadness and anger, show them your pain-write it on your arms and legs. Show them." Those twenty words terrified me to my very core. I did what they said, i had no choice. The world, the people they all needed to know what they had done to me. I cut my arms from my wrists up to my shoulders, and my legs from my thighs down to my ankles. The people in the streets were scared, yes, yet they didnt seem to understand until everything i saw went blank. I woke up in the hospital, with voices, loud and quiet, still in my head. The only way to get rid of them was to destroy the source-myself.
