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the voice in my mind can't possibly be my own i've never spoken such cruel words to anyone why would I do that to myself? it must be a demon, roaming my mind, using my own voice against me to make me feel unloved unwanted replaceable urging me, after every small incident to **** myself i'm worthless and no one would care after all to the demon that rules my mind, you've gone and made yourself at home 4 long years and counting you've reduced m to tears more times than i can possibly count i did not invite you in one day, during a vulnerable time, the door was left open, and you strolled in as though you owned the place made yourself a cup of tea made my body your entertainment system broke me over and over had be subbing till i had no more tears had me wishing i was dead it looks like you're her for the long run. Well, in that case, we better lay down some rules? I'm in control and I always will be, no matter how you may make me feel otherwise i am the master of my own body. i have a sad feeling those rules will never be followed and my mind will continue being its playground my soul an trampoline and my body an artwork exhibition
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
to the demon that roams my mind
the voice in my mind can't possibly be my own i've never spoken such cruel words to anyone why would I do that to myself? it must be a demon, roaming my mind, using my own voice against me to make me feel unloved unwanted replaceable urging me, after every small incident to **** myself i'm worthless and no one would care after all to the demon that rules my mind, you've gone and made yourself at home 4 long years and counting you've reduced m to tears more times than i can possibly count i did not invite you in one day, during a vulnerable time, the door was left open, and you strolled in as though you owned the place made yourself a cup of tea made my body your entertainment system broke me over and over had be subbing till i had no more tears had me wishing i was dead it looks like you're her for the long run. Well, in that case, we better lay down some rules? I'm in control and I always will be, no matter how you may make me feel otherwise i am the master of my own body. i have a sad feeling those rules will never be followed and my mind will continue being its playground my soul an trampoline and my body an artwork exhibition
#depressed#depression#sad#demon
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dark-smile
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
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