Please help me...
I just...
I want to be free...
Free from this torture...
Torture I call home...
The whispers came back every night
They kept telling me all these things
"I wasn't like you when I was younger."
"They are better than you, if they were a nuisance you're a bigger nuisance."
"Why can't you do something I can finally be proud of? Do something worth it for once."
"That won't help you at all, you're just being more of a worthless piece of trash."
Why won't the whispers leave?
I've accepted them already,
I know I'm already everything they have told me...
But why?
I can't live like this anymore...
Please...
I just want to leave.
Help me...
I'm not fine.
Save me.