Trigger warning: lots of negative selftalk and stuff about suicide....
The hot tears ran down my rosy but pale cheeks and into my neck. My head was like a fiery merry-go-round, hot and spinning. Just like my head my chest also felt like it was on fire- and the flames kept on getting hotter and hotter. The thoughts were filling my head like wild fire spreading across bush land. I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to and no matter how hard I tried- they didn't stop.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I screamed, tugging clumps of fire red strands of hair out of my skull as my body rocked back and forth against the hard grey-blue wall. I tried blocking out the thoughts- I really tried but it was no use.
'Not good enough! You will never be good enough! Everything you do is not good enough!'
'Your not talented or special! your just annoying and you need to stop! Especially stop with your jokes, their not funny! their just fucking annoying!'
'just kill yourself, your already decaying- your hearing is going along with your eyesight, and your anxiety is slowly tearing pieces from your dignity. Save them all sometime and end it!'
I cried until there was no tears left, I cried until sleep took over and everything went black.

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