Voices Part I: Dark

You know, you’re a freak of nature.
Really, you’re totally fucked up.
And I know they say that the first step to the cure
is accepting you have a problem,
but I’m not saying this in attempt to help you.
Besides, you don’t want any help
No one could help you anyway.
Tell one person about your problems,
and you’ll send them running.
Not that you have anyone left.
You’ve pushed everyone out.
And there’s no way in hell they’ll ever come back.
And ain’t that a damn shame?

Now you’re stuck here with no way out,
because you’re a piece of shit.
And you may think you deserve better,
but you don’t deserve anything.
Why are you even still here?
You’re stealing the oxygen from other people’s lips.
People who are much more worthy than you’ll ever be.
You don’t even have a reason to be here.
I mean, what could your purpose in life possibly be?
To bring everyone else down with you?
That’s probably the one thing you’re actually good at.

That’s why you don’t have any friends.
People only use you for venting,
because they know you’ll listen,
but they don’t actually enjoy your company.
And if you believed they did,
then you’re even more stupid than I originally thought.
I already knew you were stupid, though,
based on the fact that you’re failing all your classes.
And don’t tell me it’s due to a lack of motivation,
because that’s just bullshit.
It’s due to the fact that you’re lazy.
You procrastinate and sit on your ass all day,
and don’t do shit with your life.
Face it, you’re a failure.
You’re not getting anywhere in life.
Especially not with that so-called book you wrote.
Not that you’ll let anyone read it.
Though, I can’t say I blame you,
because I’m sure it’s god awful.

And don’t even get me started
on your being self-conscious about everything.
Ugh, just do us all a favour and go the fuck away.
Nobody wants you.
When will you realize that?
So then you wouldn’t be hurting anyone.
Not unless you stay.
So again, I suggest leaving.
After all, you’re not afraid to die, right?
Wait, of course you are.
You’re afraid of everything,
and your damn paranoia always gets in the way.
Damn, you have too many fears.
And you hate yourself for that, don’t you?
C’mon, you can admit it.
You wouldn’t want to be ignorant about yourself, after all.

Oh, know what you should do?
Kill yourself.
It’s not as hard as you may think it is.
It can be quick and painless, too.
And you’re tempted by it, aren’t you?
But wait, that’s right, you’re too afraid.
And that’s a real shame,
because you’re the perfect candidate to kill yourself.
I mean, it’s not like you’re anything special.
No guy would ever want to be with the likes of you.
I doubt you’re so-called boyfriend actually even loves you.
My guess is that it’s unrequited,
and he just feels sorry for you and pities your being.
Who wouldn’t?
So don’t be surprised when he leaves you,
because he will leave you heartbroken.
And since you have no real friends,
you’ll have no shoulder to cry on.
And if you believe otherwise,
then you’re pathetic.

Better yet, if you ever believe
that you actually have a chance in this life,
then just remember that that’s only you losing your mind.
Nothing you ever try will be possible.
You’ll never succeed in anything.
You’ll never be accepted by anyone.
Hell, your own family doesn’t even accept you.
So trust me, you’re better off ending it all now.
So go ahead.
Stop being afraid.
Stop being an idiot.
Just stop your life.
Only then will you feel better,
and only then will the world get better.