So much noise around me.
People talking everywhere.
I just want it to be quiet.
So I can be alone.
Alone with my problems.
Alone with my thoughts.
So I don't botter people with it.
My thoughts are messing around with me.
I don't understand them anymore.
They say a lot of things to me.
It's just like hearing voices in your head.
They say a lot of things.
They say I have to lose weight.
So I stop eating and puge.
They also say that I have to rip my skin open.
I see a knife lying on my desk.
I want to grap it.
But something stops me.
I just ignore the feeling and grap the knife.
I wanna rip my skin open with it.
I put the knife on my arm and rip it open.
It feels great!
Now I'm free!
The voices are gone.
But soon or later they will come back again.
The voices are never really gone.
The voices are chasing me.
They won't go away.