There are these voices in my head (actually they're just thoughts but i dont know how else to describe them). It's just my mind and i can't actually HEAR them but they're still there.
It's really hard to explain.
Anway, the thoughts keep getting worse and worse. I look normal when they're going on. But inside i want to scream "shut up!" really loud. usually when it's quiet outside.
i want to know how to make them stop or atleast make them less severe. does anyone know?
And i realize how hard it could be to understand this post. but i'm really confused about what's going on.
Voices (sort Of)
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Voices (sort Of)
Turning over in interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
Yough cought up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop, as your brain is cauterized.
-"Mouth Like A Magazine" Showbread
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
Yough cought up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop, as your brain is cauterized.
-"Mouth Like A Magazine" Showbread
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turtbub
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Re: Voices (sort Of)
Are the thoughts telling you that you aren't good enough or something? (Wondering why you chose self esteem for this...)
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." Confucius
Romans 5:8 "God demonstrates His own love toward us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Theresa
"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty." Sir Winston Churchill
There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.
Romans 5:8 "God demonstrates His own love toward us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Theresa
"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty." Sir Winston Churchill
There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.
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lash
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Re: Voices (sort Of)
yeah i was frantic when i wrote that. but they are saying i'm not good enough. and it scares me so much because i'll actually start to believe them.
Turning over in interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
Yough cought up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop, as your brain is cauterized.
-"Mouth Like A Magazine" Showbread
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
Yough cought up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop, as your brain is cauterized.
-"Mouth Like A Magazine" Showbread
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turtbub
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Re: Voices (sort Of)
Hm. It seems to me that these voices are just you. It's what you're thinking coming out in a harmful way. We all have problems with ourself, but you can choose NOT to listen to these voices.
When you hear one, whisper to yourself (or just think it if you're around people) I AM good enough.
See if that helps.
When you hear one, whisper to yourself (or just think it if you're around people) I AM good enough.
See if that helps.
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." Confucius
Romans 5:8 "God demonstrates His own love toward us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Theresa
"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty." Sir Winston Churchill
There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.
Romans 5:8 "God demonstrates His own love toward us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Theresa
"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty." Sir Winston Churchill
There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.
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Re: Voices (sort Of)
i know what you mean...i had voices, but not really, they were more like feelings, but you could put words to them...idk. but i had that, and its just yourself telling you what you subconsciously feel about yourself. but, heres the thing: you can change what you think about yourself. i mean, i havent mastered it yet, but i feel slightly better about myself since im not living with my dad anymore, cus he made me feel like shit and i followed his lead, i guess. but just know that these 'voices' dont make you crazy. its just your subconscious coming out. no worries, hun. feel free to pm me any time
luv and luck~sarah
luv and luck~sarah
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I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive."
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Doodle takes Dad's scissors to her skin
And when she does relief comes setting in
While she hides the scars she's making underneath her pretty clothes
She sings:
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I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive."
~TOOL
Doodle takes Dad's scissors to her skin
And when she does relief comes setting in
While she hides the scars she's making underneath her pretty clothes
She sings:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me
~garbage
stay gold ponyboy stay gold~