I wake up from a cold sweat,shaking,scared,alone,depressed,tortured by insomia. Voices I hear but cannot see,tell me to do something that will hurt me.At least it will ease the pain I am feeling. Wait, What am I thinking? I need to ignore the nagging in my head, the desire to grab that knife and end things. Instead I will try to sleep, but no I can't. The vision of me screwing up again haunts me. What is wrong with me? Can anybody hear me? My screams, my cries? Can anybody see my tears,…
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