when the darkness of the night hits,
that's when I feel most alone.
I may be in my room,
but definitely no home.
the voices start speaking,
no longer am I alone.
the voices in my mind,
they become my only friends.
one's named Susan.
one's named Jenn.
the voices in my mind,
they tell me any things.
"darling, your not alive"
my chest starts to sting.
for the voices in my mind,
they teach me how to cope,
possibly I could slit my throat.
the voices in my mind,
bring me to the blades.
I gain the urge to slit my veins.
the blood starts pouring,
I begin drifting off,
to the land above.
wish me good luck.
-l.j.t
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
when the darkness of the night hits,
that's when I feel most alone.
I may be in my room,
but definitely no home.
the voices start speaking,
no longer am I alone.
the voices in my mind,
they become my only friends.
one's named Susan.
one's named Jenn.
the voices in my mind,
they tell me any things.
"darling, your not alive"
my chest starts to sting.
for the voices in my mind,
they teach me how to cope,
possibly I could slit my throat.
the voices in my mind,
bring me to the blades.
I gain the urge to slit my veins.
the blood starts pouring,
I begin drifting off,
to the land above.
wish me good luck.
-l.j.t
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