I'll black out my eyes
And tell the voices to get lost
They don't listen
I never listened
Jubilant or numb?
The voices decide

You're throwing your life away
Life.
Work forever until you are
Physically unable
My mentality is already at stake
And I know you are to blame.

You will never understand what it is like to constantly question everything
It's a dramatic ***** thing.
I'm so ******* privileged.
I don't deserve to vent.

Those who know me would wonder
Why?
What must I vent about?
I have the perfect life
Good parents, loving boyfriend, great best friend,  and a decent enough brain.
I've seemingly "set myself up"
For a successful life

But you see I am spoiled.
I want to write beautiful things
And be away
From all the things I hate
The catalysts for the voices that boom

But that embankment might mean solitude.
So, I ask myself
Am I strong enough?
To ignore the voices?
To find fulfillment without compassion?

I should be alone.

Because I bring darkness to an already dim world

Maybe I should just let them have me.....quit fighting a battle
I'm bound to lose anyways