[Trigger Warning; Mentions of Depression]
The sky's clouded by darkness again,
The familiar nauseating feeling,
Slowly enters my head again.
The screams, the echoes,
They are killing me again.
I can't help but drown in those voices,
Which are unknown to me,
I cannot breath, Help me please.
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They are shouting In my ears,
Those little voices which say,
Which scream how terrible I am,
Why did they have to remind me?
Do they think I'm oblivious?
I already know my worth,
And how miserable I am.
-
Why am I so pathetic,
I'm such a disgrace,
To me, my family,
I'm nothing but a disgrace.
-
Why can't I be happy?
Like those teenagers out for shopping,
Without a care in the world,
Or those couples eating ice cream,
While it drips on their shirt.
Or Those parents watching their children,
Who are playing in the mud,
Or the grannies who knit sweaters,
For their little grandsons.
-
I just want to be happy like them,
Those people who hold gleaming smiles,
Who make memories every day,
While all I hold is grudges,
Which are all against myself.
-
Nobody likes me,
Not even myself,
Even my family despise me,
When they tell me I'm overreacting,
As I tell them how I feel.
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I don't even have any friends,
As my classmates think I'm weird,
Teachers don't talk to me,
They make me feel invisible.
-
I looked terrifying today,
Accidently made a child cry,
Her mother's hateful eyes,
Filled with nothing but disgust,
Penetrated through my heart,
Making it shatter more than it was.
-
Can somebody help me?
Is there anyone who'll understand?
That I'm not acting my fears,
And there are voices in my head,
Who scream until they're satisfied,
Until they see me cry.
-
Guess there is really no one,
Who can truly understand me,
All those people do is,
Sit and judge me.
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This is what I was terrified of,
The day when I realise,
These voices are made up of me,
Of whom I loved,
Of whom I cared,
I think they are speaking,
What their thoughts said.
-
Now I sit in the corner,
Trying to collect my thoughts,
As I finally realise,
That it is me,
Me who can help myself,
But I'm just waiting for the day,
When I'm out of this shell.
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AN: here's how the "Voices in your head" looks like in picture.
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