I hate that little voice.
The one that tells me I’m not enough.
The one that tells me I will never make it.
The one that tells me I don’t matter.
The one that tells me I should give up.
The one that tells me I should kill myself.
As long as I never listen…
I can overcome…
Who am I fooling?
No matter how soft.
No matter how quiet.
That voice.
Will always be there.
Whispering.
Suggesting.
Intimating.
Kill yourself.
Kill.
You.
Gone.
Done.
Over.
Kill.
You.
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Published on June 24, 2017 13:29