Wednesday, 1 January 2014

The sound
The constant moaning
Droning
On and on and on and on and on
Over and over

Whispers in the night
In the darkness
In the depths of the mind
Constant unending talk and chatter
I'm not good enough I'm not strong enough I'm not anything

They all hate me
They all want me to go away
The world would be better without me in it

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