Thursday, May 5th, 2016 @ 1:10 A.M.
They aren’t just scars.
They are the demons I fought at 3 a.m.
They are my insecurities,
my deepest fears, and my lonely nights.
They are the insults I have received
and the emotions I cannot contain.
They are a part of me and are what I have become.
The voices aren’t stopping,
They keep me awake at night,
They laugh when I look in the mirror,
Even harder when I cry,
Voices that accompany me everywhere,
Cruel words lurk when it speaks,
It tells me “You’re not good enough”,
As I walk down the streets,
It forces me to ignore each compliment,
“They’re lying” is what it adds,
After a while I start believing,
And their truth does make me sad,
This voice won’t stop haunting me,
It won’t leave me alone,
It’s the voices that are inside my head,
That sounds much like my own.
~rjpt.
I became so damaged that when someone tries to give me what I deserve I have no idea how to respond.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
Don’t judge me, You cannot handle half of what I’ve dealt with. There’s a reason I do the things I do, there’s a reason I am who I am.
Enter my mind
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