i'm shoved into a cell of my own making and i hear it lock behind me. i try to ignore the others in this cell with me but i hear them anyway. 'you're worthless.' 'you're ugly.' 'you're stupid.' 'you can't do anything right.' all the thoughts i'd locked away and told myself i'd deal with later now invaded my space, pummeling me with their words, leaving no escape routes, no way to block out the insults. they dig under my skin, leaving jagged gashes and reopening old wounds. they're dangerous, these thoughts, and they're always there, always waiting, for the right time to strike.
originally posted on @-lesbianandproud- as a writing contest entry og bg made in canva, too lazy to put it rn tho
