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Silenced Voices Oct 2017
I look into those eyes that I use to stare into for hours...
Now I can’t even stand looking in them.
I listen to your voice that I use to melt to...
Now when I hear it, all I hear is lies.
I see that big smile you smiled when we video chatted...
Now when I see it, my mind floods with memories we had...
I actually fell for you.
When others tried to warn me about you. I never believed them. I would make stupid excuses like;
“He is gonna change, he promised” “he loves me” “he is different”
But I guess those are other broken promises.
I kind of ****** because I was head over heels for you.
But I bet it ****** more for you. Because you lost someone who was actually in love with you.
...
Silenced Voices Oct 2017
My monsters hold me back from eating.
My monsters control me.
My monsters hurt me...
But yet, my monsters were always there for me...
When I was younger I met my monsters.
They were my best friends.
At least... Thats what they told me...
They would always follow me. Tell me what to do.
But they said it was because they love me...
They tell me that I can’t make any friends.
Sometimes they criticize me...
They say; “you’re fat” “you’re not worth it” “she will find someone better” “he will find someone better” “you’re not good enough”... etc...
The list goes on for a long time... But not as long as the list about how much I hate myself.
My monsters are really quiet.
So quiet only I can hear them.
They talk a lot in my head.
I try to tell other what they say but they don’t believe me.
Only some do... They have the same monsters...
Do you know the monsters?
Their names are depression, anxiety, jealousy, hatred, sadness, and insecurities...
Do you have those monsters?
Silenced Voices Oct 2017
Loud music,
Quiet kids.
Black and blue bruises,
Swollen shut eyes.
Long sleeves,
Never ending demons.
Sad teens,
Bad feelings.
Loud voices in their head...
Nothing to be heard
Nothing to be said.
The kids keep quiet,
Hoping they will get cured.
The illness I’m describing is not something that’s easy to cure.
They tell you medication works...
But you still have those same sad thoughts...
But you still them then you’re fine,
Because you thought maybe if you said it enough, it will finally become true.
But it still hasn’t...
You’re screaming for help...
Loud as you can....
But nothing is coming out of your mouth...
This illness is called depression...
Enjoy..

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