It was one of those days.

Days when I'm just to tired to do anything.

Years passed and I'm having more and more trouble finding motivation to get out of bed.

The voices inside my head gets louder and louder each day.

They tell me that no one loves me.

They tell me that no one wants me around.

They tell me that I'm useless.

They ask me what kind of hero I am.

When I can't even save him.

I can't deny they're right.

But...

I'm getting deaf.

The noise.

They were becoming too much.

I kept spacing out.

Or that's what they said.

I don't really know what I'm doing anymore.

It's like my body is on autopilot.

I don't remember what was happening each day.

My memories are a blurry mess.

They kept being occupied by the voices.

I don't want to hear them anymore.

Can they shut up?

Please.

Help me.

Helpme.

Helpme.

Helpme.

HELPME.

HELPME.

HELPME.

HELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPME

HELPMEMAKETHEVOICESBECOMEQUIET

HELPMESHUTTHEMUP

HELPMEHELPMEHELPME

SHUTUPANDGETOUTOFMYHEAD

SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP

LETMEGO

PLEASE

GETOUT

IDONTWANNADOTHISANYMORE

KILLME

KILLMEKILLMEKILLME

K I L L M E

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Don't ask.