Thursday, June 12, 2014


"Do it" the voice says.
How can I not listen?
There's no escaping.
"You're worthless" the voice says.
I agree. 
"If only you were prettier, people might see you" the voice says.
It's not wrong. 
"You worthless, ugly thing" the voice says.
I feel the warmth of tears threaten.
"They won't be able to ignore you now" the voice says. 
I take a deep breath. 
"Do it" the voice says.
My breath bursts from my lungs. 
"Maybe tomorrow, Voice."
Maybe tomorrow. 

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