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The voice called him

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lostmyslef

Published: Jan 31, 2013

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I feel so cold,
so alone.
As she lashes out again,
A sharpness in her tone.

Why won't someone help?
My ears begin to ring.
I can't cry anymore.
The words lose their sting.

I know I am nothing.
I don't need her to say so.
I already want to leave.
I'm fighting the urge to go.

She can't hurt me.
The strongest hate is within.
The voice that loves to torture.
The voice I call "him"

He tells me to die,
that no one wants me here.
I know that he's right.
I shed another tear.

I'd leave but I'm afraid.
Afraid to go to hell.
So I listen to him,
and curl up in my shell.

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