The Other Voices

 In my mind, I face a battle, so difficult but worth fighting for. Too bad my moral is low, it’s no wonder I’m crying in the middle of the night before school hoping someone would come rescuing me. My fight was against two others. My suicidal thoughts and my degrading thoughts. I wouldn’t give them them such a name if they weren’t good in there position. I don’t even know what came to be of me spiraling into some negatively impact on me. I’m doing so little to catch the attention of someone so they can help me but the two other thoughts told me I wasn’t worth it to get help and that I shouldn’t seek someone else out when I didn’t do it yesterday when I cried myself to sleep. And just like that, as I was typing this, my last hope disappear as Instagram tells me , they were inactive for 5 minutes. I could ask for help within a timespan of 3 hours but no! I said shut the fuck up and don’t mention a thing to no one! All I want to do is text or call them but they keep telling me not to and it hurts like hell. Hey, I’m sorry! I couldn’t bring myself to say I’m spiraling back into my old ways to you so I make a post about it cause I think nobody reads it.