I just can’t do this anymore. This Voice is still there, still shouting at me.

You are not enough.
Live would be better without you.
You don’t matter.
You can die, it is the best option.

Every morning I take my pills, then fight the battle inside me. No one could tell. No one knows I am standing on the edge of this void. I have pills right? Should be cured, right?

See? No one cares. No one.

And every fucking morning I am supposed to do like I am ok, normal. And is so exhausting to stand against the Voice, because it’s strong and knows I am terrified.

Just do it. Failure. End it. End. It. END. IT.