The Voices

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Feel the sting of humiliation,  my child.
Feel the burning tendrils of shame course through your veins;
The feeling that you have, yet again, disappointed me.
Let it slither into your belly and sit there to bubble like acid.
Let the guilt weigh you down
Until you are miserable, and you know you have no worth.

What is this madness?!
These voices inside my head telling me to hurt?
This retching sickness that devours me?
Self-worth has been damned to the lowest parts of Hell.
And my pride?
Do I even have any left?

People think me pensive, and unfriendly when really it's just me wanting help.
Then when I slap a smile on and try to be nice, they take advantage of me and my willingness to help others.
No one understands!
No one listens!
No one really knows, and no one can truly help.

You'll never be good enough.
The voices say.
Your friends don't care.
Your family thinks you're the black sheep.
No one cares!

What happens to me when I start believing these things?
Is that my point of no return?
Is it my end?
I'm afraid it might be.

Your life is meaningless.

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