The voices inside my head are driving me mad. They always say the same thing, and they're beginning to sound like not only myself, but my friends, family and boyfriend. I wish they would just shut up.
stupid//fat//ugly//worthless//failure.
They whisper that I'm not good enough, not pretty enough, not thin enough, and that I never will be. I can't shut them out, no matter how hard I try. When I take the blade across my skin, the sins of the day slowly drip away, making my body pure once more, and when I purge, through the pain and struggle, I know that it will bring bittersweet relief. yet still the voices torment me. They weave a tangled web of thorns that pierce my skin and pull me under. I cannot escape, and I'm afraid of falling into the depths of darkness completely.
Does anyone else feel this way, or am I completely losing it??
I feel this way too. It's all part of an eating disordered life.
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