The thoughts were rushing.
Pouring out like music in a song,
Except,
I dont know the lyrics.
Looking in the mirror,
Why do I look away so quickly?
I hate who I am.
That's why.
The depressing thoughts rush back,
They taunted me.. Do it, do it, do it..
I was scared to talk back to them,
My voice started to shake..
*"I'm so tired of this,
I don't want to hate myself..
I'm tired of pleasing other people.*
I'm sick of not knowing who I am."
I threw the razor across the room.
It hit the wall and fell..
I stared.. blankly,
at the scars on my wrist..
The scars that were there..
The scars that wouldn't fade..
The scars that were now encouraging me,
I smiled..
As I whisperd,
ever so softly to myself,
*"You will never win again,
I'm through dealing with you..
Dealing with this.
The stress.
The pain.
The tears.
I'm done.
I quit.
You will never win,
ever again.*
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
The thoughts were rushing.
Pouring out like music in a song,
Except,
I dont know the lyrics.
Looking in the mirror,
Why do I look away so quickly?
I hate who I am.
That's why.
The depressing thoughts rush back,
They taunted me.. Do it, do it, do it..
I was scared to talk back to them,
My voice started to shake..
*"I'm so tired of this,
I don't want to hate myself..
I'm tired of pleasing other people.*
I'm sick of not knowing who I am."
I threw the razor across the room.
It hit the wall and fell..
I stared.. blankly,
at the scars on my wrist..
The scars that were there..
The scars that wouldn't fade..
The scars that were now encouraging me,
I smiled..
As I whisperd,
ever so softly to myself,
*"You will never win again,
I'm through dealing with you..
Dealing with this.
The stress.
The pain.
The tears.
I'm done.
I quit.
You will never win,
ever again.*
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