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Somewhat *TRIGGER WARNING*    

                                               What The Voice Says To Me


The dark cloud is following me,

I'm in the dark corner of the room,

I'm avoiding everybody,

I don't want them to see me like this,

I'm getting sad,

No, I'm getting crazy,

I'm getting ready to cry,

No, I hate crying,

I'm getting thoughts,

Bad thoughts,

The razor isn't far away,

I should just do,

But wait,

I need to calm down,

I'm gonna be okay,

"Are you sure?"

"Who's there?"

"You're friend."

"Hey?"

"I can see you want to cut, I think you should go for it."

"But that's not a good idea."

"You're depressed already, you don't want to be alive, so how bad can it be?"

"Maybe it's not such a bad idea."

"It's not, you should do it."

Now there is a razor in my hand,

My sleeve is rolled up,

The razor is touching my skin,

"What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing."

The razor is dragging across my skin.

"There you go, see it's not bad. There's only a little bit of blood."

Blood flows down my wrist.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine."

"Keep going."

Three more cuts on my wrist,

A small stream of blood flows down my wrist toward my hands.

"What do I do now?"

"Now you wait."

"For what?"

"Hopefully death."

And with that I wait, I watch the blood drip off my hands onto the floor.

The cuts sting a little, but not enough to hurt badly.

After a few minutes i’m still alive.

"I thought you said I would die?"

"You didn't cut deep enough, try again."

"I think i've had enough."

"But you're not dead yet."

"But I don't want to."

"And why not?"

"I have family that will miss me if I die."

"Everyone will eventually have to get over it, what's the point in being sad for you."

"But, I guess you're right."

"I'm always right."

"Maybe..."

"ENOUGH WITH THE QUESTIONS! No one needs you, you’re a burden, you take away happiness, you are a problem to people, do you not get it!"

"I wish someone will need me."

"But wishes don't mean anything, you won't get it."

A few more cuts,

Tears streaming down my face.

"See what you made me do!"

"But you still did it, and it doesn't matter. What's the point of you being here!"

"You're right."

"I told you. Now clean yourself up, you don't want anyone seeing those."

The blood is cleaned up.

"Now put on that fake smile and act like the happy little girl everyone wants you to be."

There is so much makeup, I look like a clown,

The fake smile, attitude, lies.

I am a clown.

"You are a clown. And you're a great one! Now go and put on a show!"

"Thanks."

"Any time, and remember i'll always be here."
Somewhat *TRIGGER WARNING*    

                                               What The Voice Says To Me


The dark cloud is following me,

I'm in the dark corner of the room,

I'm avoiding everybody,

I don't want them to see me like this,

I'm getting sad,

No, I'm getting crazy,

I'm getting ready to cry,

No, I hate crying,

I'm getting thoughts,

Bad thoughts,

The razor isn't far away,

I should just do,

But wait,

I need to calm down,

I'm gonna be okay,

"Are you sure?"

"Who's there?"

"You're friend."

"Hey?"

"I can see you want to cut, I think you should go for it."

"But that's not a good idea."

"You're depressed already, you don't want to be alive, so how bad can it be?"

"Maybe it's not such a bad idea."

"It's not, you should do it."

Now there is a razor in my hand,

My sleeve is rolled up,

The razor is touching my skin,

"What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing."

The razor is dragging across my skin.

"There you go, see it's not bad. There's only a little bit of blood."

Blood flows down my wrist.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine."

"Keep going."

Three more cuts on my wrist,

A small stream of blood flows down my wrist toward my hands.

"What do I do now?"

"Now you wait."

"For what?"

"Hopefully death."

And with that I wait, I watch the blood drip off my hands onto the floor.

The cuts sting a little, but not enough to hurt badly.

After a few minutes i’m still alive.

"I thought you said I would die?"

"You didn't cut deep enough, try again."

"I think i've had enough."

"But you're not dead yet."

"But I don't want to."

"And why not?"

"I have family that will miss me if I die."

"Everyone will eventually have to get over it, what's the point in being sad for you."

"But, I guess you're right."

"I'm always right."

"Maybe..."

"ENOUGH WITH THE QUESTIONS! No one needs you, you’re a burden, you take away happiness, you are a problem to people, do you not get it!"

"I wish someone will need me."

"But wishes don't mean anything, you won't get it."

A few more cuts,

Tears streaming down my face.

"See what you made me do!"

"But you still did it, and it doesn't matter. What's the point of you being here!"

"You're right."

"I told you. Now clean yourself up, you don't want anyone seeing those."

The blood is cleaned up.

"Now put on that fake smile and act like the happy little girl everyone wants you to be."

There is so much makeup, I look like a clown,

The fake smile, attitude, lies.

I am a clown.

"You are a clown. And you're a great one! Now go and put on a show!"

"Thanks."

"Any time, and remember i'll always be here."

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CreepyPSo Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hello and welcome to Deviantart : ) If you have any questions you can ask me.
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