It's another night filled with thoughts, my inner self speaks with such anger and sadness, you aren't good enough you can't do anything you will always have me here to put you down like they always do.

It haunts me when I wake up, I brush the thoughts to the back and focus on the good but she comes out screaming like a monster i really don't need, my family wonder why I stay alone in my room but it is because I am too afraid to speak.

The thoughts get too much sometimes so I try to write the words spill out onto a page while I try to fight back tears and anguish the battle that is constantly changing from good to bad, sometimes I wonder why do I feel so sad.

My friends try to help me cause I speak about it as they are survivors who are much stronger than I, sometimes I feel I should give up and stop trying.

I wish I could sleep and think happy thoughts but the battle is not over not by a long shot sometimes the writings help get things off my mind but I still can't think of the reasons as to why I cry.