I reach into my mind,
for an idea?
a thought?
but I feel,I think...nothing!
Is the tormenting of my soul over?
Or am i just really numb?
Confusion and anxiety fills me,
unfortunately I still have emotions!
The way i survive,
is my false hope,it starts to kick in
but i get shouted at,
that I am PATHETIC,for stressing over this
even though the voices saying this live in me
it does not bother me,
a bit of criticism is not going to hurt me,
my soul is numb,it feels nothing.
Your are too late,
the damage is done.
I am sick.
sick of always talking and writing indirectly,
sick of keeping it in...
I HATE MY LIFE,
I HATE MYSELF,
AND I SOMETIMES DO WISH I WOULD DIE.
Do not tell me i did not warn you,
you just did not listen!
