I was nine, when my mind filled with doubt and pain. All the voices i suppressed grew, and left me feeling insane.
I tried blocking them out but they grew louder and louder. These thoughts were self sabotage, they attacked me every minute of every hour.
Buried in voices with no where to run. My mind is my prison and these thoughts weigh a ton.
Don't get me wrong i took it one day at a time. I TRIED BEING A FIGHTER. But its hard when you speak up, than they turn around and call you a liar.
As if the cuts on your wrists are not saying enough. So you put on a fake smile, and pretend to be tough. Hoping no one notices you vulnerable and sees through your bluff.