The Voices. I always thought it was my head playing games with me then I realized it was just the devil and the angel telling me what to do.
I’d wish people would just stop telling me what to do because everyone can call for help and I’ll be there but what if I call ? where do I stand ?
I’d cry but no one seem to care . I’d call for help but it was like screaming in caves hearing my echos for days knowing no one was coming for me.
The trust and love I had for people banished well at least i hoped it did. I knew no one was ever going to love me like i love myself. I ended up learning that the header way.