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Voices are lurking just above the surface, gulping air They want to steal my air. They want to consume me and call me their own. I don't have a moment to wonder why I am so wanted, I am busy fighting and fighting. So tired of fighting. Having the same argument over and over for what seems like forever. If I could have just one day of peace from that nagging from the compulsions from the seduction. Why do I believe they voices? They know all my secrets, every single one. They now me from the inside to the out. Who better to believe? The voice always wins in the end, until it has stomped me into a bloody pulp on the road. Then I have to start from zero and pull myself up.
My head screams today--I NEED TO STOP TAKING MY MEDS. IT IS THE ONLY WAY! YOU WUSS. YOU LIAR YOU FAKER BUCKUP!!!!!
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I love your faults because they are part of you and I love you. --my BFF
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