Solitude.
The voices inside fuck with my head, magnifying every doubt
-They pull me into the abyss; the darkness where my soul once was.
‘You hurt everyone who cares about you, you selfish ungrateful ass’
-Have you not a brain?
This intense self-examination; the product of practiced mental cruelty…
It’s morbidly morose; the masochism which defines my being.
-I am my only critic.
Change needs to come, and quick; before I lose all I hold dear.
Where the fuck do I go from this?
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