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Those voices, the haunt me!


It haunts me. No! I wont. Not again. I left that habit. I fought to stop. I know it's wrong But the voices. The voices in my head. They tell me its enough They tell me to quit It's only a little cut They say. It will help you forget the pain They say. Its no use to live They scream Your worthless No one loves you You are a problem.for everybody They scream Die, die Its your fate. Die, die Everybody knows your a fake Do us all a favor And leave this world. Take that blade And run it through your flesh You'll like it You have before You'll get use to it. Just bleed on.the floor. They scream. They yell They laugh Maybe they are right. Maybe I should die. Life would be better without me there I won't see my mother cry. I won't have to be perfect in everybody's eyes But again I know it's just not right. I've stopped for two year. I've stopped taking pills I've tried to move on I've thrown away the blade. I don't have the need to cause myself more pain. I know the truth. I know I know But those voices keep on coming through.
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