You'll never make it
These words echo my skull
You're just like everyone else
These voices they're just like you and me
They have unique personalities
And a home
It's just in my mind
Now you might think I'm crazy
I am at least a little bit
These voices you see
Weren't always condescending
They come when I was lonely
They were my friend
They came when I was empty
And filled me up again
These voices are a part of me
I just can't throw them out
Even with their criticism
That puts me into doubt
They make me stronger
Every single day
They've built me up
When I was nothing
To this day
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Broken | Wattys 2016
PoetryA collection of poems that describe different aspects of broken