my brain is beating off the sides of my skull
its screaming obscenities at me
I clasp my head and beg it to stop
Why does it keep scream
I just want it to stop
Why doesn't it stop
After what seems to be decades it stops
Leaving me to believe that I am broken
but now I've been fixed.
False sense of security leads me to believe that I'll be all right
because the next night it rattles off my skull
screaming at me again.
Silence, SILence, SILENCE
I try to command it
It disobeys.
The only way to deal with a traitor
is to kill it.
I pull out a knife and slash my throat.
First feeling the warm blood seep out of the wound
Then I feel the pain.
I'm crying.
Is this going to end?
Am I going to die yet?
Darkness creeps at the corner of my vision
Goodbye, I whisper so quietly as to not wake the part of me that wants to live.
Finally, the end. Smiling in relief.
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Author's Note: Readers do not be alarmed! I am not suicidal and do not plan on killing myself. This is just poetry/writing. On a side note, this is the unedited version. Literally wrote this in two minutes if that. Suggestions and comments are absolutely welcome. Side, side note: If you do have thoughts of killing yourself or you are suicidal, know you are not alone. Here is the hotline number for the 24/7 help center: 1-800-273-8255
Thanks for reading~
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