BadA Poem by Popsie
I fear
I’m getting bad Again I can’t understand Why My mind Hurts me The voices Taunt me My nails Scratch me I fear /everything/ Everyone Hates me Everyone Will leave I am not Good enough I want to be okay I /need/ to be okay The voices Need to stop My mind Must be silenced My nails Must be cut © 2018 Popsie |
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