There is no cure for this
It’s as if there are no organs left in my body
You have all these people around you,
telling you that they love you,
that they care for you.
All I hear are faint sounds
they don’t reach my brain
even if they did, they probably wouldn’t register
Someone’s controlling my thoughts
they tell me that I’m a failure
that I am not as good as everyone else
It highlights all my hidden imperfections
I regain control,
for a few seconds that is.
I tell myself all is well.
You realise, it’s not.
The voices in my head start
screaming out all my imperfections
until my soul becomes deaf.
Now I realise my soul is worthless
I am dead inside
But I still want to kill myself.