a love letter to the voice inside my head

to the voice inside my head,

do you take pleasure in telling me that I am alone? 

alone.

alone.

alone.

are you happy when my lungs collapse in on themselves and my eyes burn with tears and my hands shake?

when my voice shakes and I can't look you in the eye, 

do you love it? 

do you love how weak I am?

do you love how you make me feel? 

Y O U are the reason i cannot speak in front of others.

Y O U are why i keep to myself, 

telling me i am useless.

and idiotic. 

and ugly. 

and not enough.

Please. I beg of you to stop, for I am too tired to go on anylonger.

 

sincerely, 

the girl you haunt

This poem is about: 
Me

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