Inner voices
There were times I wanna scream and cry my heart out, but I can't. I felt worthless, ugly, dumb, and even blame myself when something went wrong, or when people raise their voices on me.
Self-loathing is freshly-served during breakfast, doubt and distrust at lunch, and self-pity is my dinner.
With all this? All I can do is weep silently, and pray it'd go away.












