I can hear them as they scream.
So many different voices screaming in my head.
So many different things they scream.
Some scream how useless I am.
Some scream that I don't belong here.
Some scream how scared I am.
Some just scream.
No matter what I do.
I always hear their loud screaming.
I sit in the corner.
Knees to my chest.
Nails digging into my scalp.
As I rock back and forth.
I hear another scream.
But I can no longer tell.
Is it from the voices?
Or is it from me?
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Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suici...
