I never stop.
I am the voice in your head.
When you sleep, I make you believe times are good.
But I return.
As soon as you make a mistake.
I am here.
Useless.
Pathetic.
A failure.
Every time you feel sadness.
I stitch memories to it.
Causing more sadness.
A depression.
Every decision.
I gaslight you.
You doubt yourself.
You freeze.
It's exhausting.
Aren't you tired of being tired?
And letting your inner voice treat you like shit,
never having your back, always leaving you struggling?
But here is something I won't tell you often.
There is light.
Next month. I'll show you where.