Little adomated messages play in my Brain
I'm not the one operating them
They just play... the voices
"I'm tired" I say at night. But I don't mean sleepy- I mean tired. A tired I should not feel at this age.
"I feel sick" I say, my throat scratchy.
But I really mean sick- Sick of breathing
Messages play and play.
Tired
Sick
Not well
Vague messages that if someone were to hear me utter aloud would mean nothing more than their face value.
But I'm tired of life, of existence, and of breathing.
I feel sick.
I am sick.
My mind doesn't function.
Grooves have been carved into my brain
Just like the lines carved in my wrists
Depression and anxiety
Fear and sickness
They are not important in the grand scheme of things
Scheme is a funny word
It makes it seem like this was all planed
The blood on the bathroom floor
The grooves.
The messages
Haunting me.
Telling me I should
Just
Stop
Breathing.
That I'm worthless
That I am a bad person
10/8/23
~wren
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