every day its like im dying
every moment i lose a peice of my soul
the voices of the many
the foices of the few
they have nothing to say but anger
why is every one angry
because i am still here
i am drifting away
every day its like im drowning in my own sorrow
and the voices dont help
their just pushing me further down
i no longer have a soul yet i still care
i cant hurt them because im scared
the voices know i am weak
and the voices no i cant hurt them
i dont know why i wont
but i wont
im sorry buts its to hard
im carrying to much sorrow
im carrying to much anger
im carrying to much fear
the voices they tell me how worthless i am
they continue drown me in my pain
there is no silver lining in my cloud
there is no bright side to my dark
i am weak and remain so
i am sorry
every day
i die
Beardacles Community Member 
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sad.....
sad