They kidnapped me and restrained me. They pulled on latex gloves and used silver instruments to pry my mouth open. They filled my throat with concrete, hoping I would never speak again. I gurgled and thrashed on their metal table. I wouldn't be taken this way. They could beat me, torture me, threaten me, but I would not be taken.
"Wait, stop," one of them said. "We must try a new approach."
Hungry eyes and cold hands reached toward me. Their mouths, rancid and scabbed, opened into pits. And in unison, they whispered gently, gently like a lover, "you're not good enough."
I went limp on the table. The lights made me transparent. They proceeded to silence me.
Please stop and go to a doctor. I know your depressed and never think highly of yourself and sure maybe I don't like you but that dosnt mean you are worth nothing. Go to Yoga, See people at Tevana, go excercise, and get medication please. You need to help yourself out here. And telling Bradley all of your problems wont help your brain and inner organs. No one wants to see you die like this on the inside.
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ReplyDeleteAnonymous- why you mad?
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