Sometimes it feels like the world is ending, and sometimes its fine

other times i want to scream at the sky untill it falls apart

sometimes life is just to hard. even the bare minimum.

getting out of bed, logging into my computer, bathing, cleaning, parenting,,,

sometimes the voices in your head take control

sometimes my anxiety makes me irritable

people take it the wrong way and suddenly your the a**hole... if only they heard the voices in my head,,

maybe if i scream loud enough they might care

probobly not

i lay awake in the nigjt

and the bees fill my thoughts

i ponder about when it will stop,,

but then i hear the voices in my head,, all the demons and drowned out blurry memories i try to forget

"am i even human.." i start to question

i sit up and put the knife to my wrist and suddenly i am filled with agonizing bliss as i feel the blood flow

while yes it hurts and the hungar isnt helping..

at least i know i exist..