I want to let go

When I am this way,
I can't talk to anyone
or even say
what is wrong.

My mind...
It dances.
It echoes.
It screams.
It bellows.

The voices don't stop
until the blood drips down my arm...
But then I can't stop 
until I begin to feel calm.

They tell me I'll fail.
They tell me I'm fat.
They say that I'm not good enough;
and it's got to the point that

I want to let go.

The End

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