By Walid el Masri
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The voices
The voices
The voices that
Breathe in my mind:
“Why did you leave?”
“Why did you make your parents leave?”
“Why are you like this?”
“You aren’t a man!”
“You’re a girl!”
“You aren’t a man!”
“I’m stronger you weak girl”
“It’s your fault you’re the dramatic one! You always ruin it!”
“Oh please he isn’t smart”
“He can’t even spell”
“Girls are smarter! Hell, donkeys can do better”
“He’s stupid ; I don’t think he can make it”
The voices
The vices
The voices I
Suffocate
“He’s so different”
“He’s always so emotional”
“He’s so weird”
“He’s so horrible”
The voices that make me
The voices that break me
The voices that suffocate me
The voices that I used to love.
Writing.
Bullying.
Pain.
Words.
It never ends; no path for the action.
I’m hurt.
I’m in agony
So I say to the red-blood
Voices:
“Let them talk
I will not listen.”
But that’s a lie.
No matter what the voices
Say.
The voices
The voices
The voices that make me
That break me.
“Look at that body! You need to eat!”
The voices
The voices
The voices change
But still hurt.
“You need to stop! Look at you! You can barely fit through the door.”
“You need to lose weight.”
“You need to go to the gym.”
“You need to go out with friends; do you even have friends.”
I have friends.
I had friends.
But the voices they say;
They left.
They all left.
It was said that its because
I did something.
It was me?
I’m the destroyer?
But, I’m already destroyed.
They all left.
Left.
Left.
Weather that I’m not interesting
Or too dramatic
Or too boring.
Left.
Left.
Now I lay here
Breathless.
Suffocating.
The voices of waterfalls.
A black mind. I lay my head to rest.