Midnight Thoughts
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What terrible thoughts await for me in my bedroom, i can only assume. Though most nights are usually tough, the monsters in my head have learned not to play too rough. I instantly reach for my headphones, to listen to music, my sanctuary. This creates safe-zones and makes my thoughts less scary. But soon, the time comes, where even music can't stop the voices in my head. They boom loud in my mind like drums. Please, I just wanna go to bed. "You aren't good enough, nor will you ever be." "You really aren't that tough, and you're really ugly." "You're hated by everyone, and never will you find someone who loves you." In circles my mind spun. What if all this is true? I wanna scream, I wanna shout. Running down my face is a hot stream, I don't even know what I'm crying about. After that rollar coaster of pain, I lay there, numb and emotionless. I think I'm going mentally insane. I check the time. 5:50 am. Then I hear my alarm chime. Might as well get up, and, tomorrow, do this all again.
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