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The stinging sensation keeps me from going insane.
Self hate.

I’ve done it again just like I always do.
I seem to always mess things up.
Can’t really do anything right.
Always butting in. Saying wrong things.

Mirrors. They scream in terror when I look.
Only at me though. And yet I still have them fooled.

It’s torture and no one gets it.
Knowing you’re a home wrecker,
And can’t help but take the blame for everyone else.
Because you still think it’s your fault.

Take a walk in my shoes. Knowing you’ll never be good enough
No one to keep you from drowning in your own screams

Everyone screaming at you ‘You are a mistake.’
They’re all in my head. The voices…whispering…

You’re too ugly, too fat, too stupid, too loud.
And I believe them.
Because their right.

All I do is cause more pain.
They’d all be better off.
Happier, without me.

And the pain I feel.
It won’t go away.
Neither will the voices.
Because I wont let them go.