I looked at myself
In the mirror
Crying,
Trembling,
Barely standing.
A glass of water
In one hand
And so many pills
In the other.
The voices in my head
Louder than ever
Screaming
Words of encouragement
And telling me
Everything wrong
About me,
Like I don't already know.
One pill
Two pill
And a well timed call
From a friend.
I'm here
I'm alive
But I feel dead inside.
"Piece by piece"
He said.
Now
With a fake smile
I walk out the door
To go to school
To pretend that I'm ok
And that
The voices aren't there.