The deeper the better I tell myself as I pull my shiny new razor blade out of the box. I'm just hoping that destroying myself will destroy the monster that's living inside of me.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. That's true they don't. But they do rip my skin apart.
You know that awkward moment when you think your truly important to someone and then you realise your not. That's what happened to me at the start of this shit. I'm dying inside. If I could say something to that monster in my head I would say, "voice in my head, why are you trying to kill me?"
Someone once told me that we are all addicted to something that takes the pain away. I didn't know that I was addicted until I tried to stop.
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The monster inside my head...
Teen FictionThe monster isn't living under Bethany's bed, its living in her head.
