I'm home alone.
Thoughts going through my head.
The voices telling me to kill myself while no one is here.
Telling me to end my life while I have the chance.
Telling me to hurt myself because I deserve it.
That I don't deserve to be happy.
Or that I don't deserve to be alive.
Or that I don't deserve the things I have.
Is that true?
I'm starting to believe it.
I don't deserve all this.
All the love.
All the caring.
All the time that I have.
I don't deserve to be breathing.
I don't deserve to be happy and smiley.
I do t deserve my family.
I don't deserve my best friend.
And most of all I don't deserve to be on this earth.
Are these just thoughts?
Or are they my cue to leave?
