i hope this is another dream. im at home in my bed head on the pillow. y do these thoughts,visions haunt me. why me? i just want to be normal, a regular kid. although, i will never be normal, the voices will always intereign. it wasnt intentional to turn out this way, i got lost tryin to find who i really am. before i knew it the voices took over.
"ur worthless,nothing it wont matter, no one will even care, just do it. kill."
what do i do when the voices return, they will continually chant until i disappear. each cut makes the whispers softer, no one understands, i cry or help but no one can hear... i cant blame them , how are they supposed to help when i cant even help myself? the guns in my hand, the voices again...
"trash, whore, wat are u waiting for? ur nothing, whos stopping you?"
no.
"liar, slut!"
no.
"pull the trigger!"
no, stop please!!
"pull it!"
No, please!
"NOW..."
everything stops...silence, seeing myself from above pressed hard, glidding down the wall to the floor. a single tear falling like ice. blood splatters still stain the carpet. every once n awhile i go back to ask myself y..y i didnt fight harder?
i stopped the voices the night i went over the stars...then again...sum1 had to stay and finish the story.....
