The beast that haunts me
I'm scared. Terrified of these voices. Pulling me deeper into this abyss. The walls echo fear, words of death. Confidence dissipates into the ether. I think I've hit the bottom now. Paranoia reigns as the dominant overseer. Worry of the inevitable flood has a stranglehold on my every breath. How can I overcome this, suppress these intrusive thoughts. How do I become me... stop taking peoples shit. Just do me, and to hell with the consequences. Not like I feel good now, or I can just give in and fulfill my families opinion of me as the worthless piece of shit they all ways thought I was. Give rise to the anger see what happens. One in the chamber, one in the chest.