WARNING: TALKS OF DEPRESSION, SELF HARM AND SUICIDE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
{♥Sobek Nileborn♥}
They’re back again. The voices. They’re screaming, they’re begging, they’re pleading for someone to save them. And someone does. Me. I reach out to them, but then they start shouting. Accusing me of making matters worse. Calling me the devil, and many unoriginal names I’ve heard a million times.
My medications are no longer working. Although, I stopped taking them three years ago. I need something stronger. Something to coat my senses and make them shut up. I glanced around my room.
It needs more color, but color makes the voices louder. So I stick to grey colors. People make the voices angrier, so I hate them so much. Can’t the world be quiet? I wish I couldn’t hear them but that would be
