Voices all around whispering what

I am avoiding listening,

They say that I am unworthy and not good enough,

I avoid paying attention to their calling,

but for their noise, I have no resistance.

Sometimes I wish they would just take over

Because the truth is they say what I am so frightened of admitting.

Should I pay attention to all their horrifying screams?

Maybe I should end the loud noise and let myself drown in their nonsense beliefs?

So why am I fighting for it?

For a 'truth' that not even I believe in?

Every night I smuggle their pleas, and with every word, I hide my tears,

I keep telling myself that what they are saying is nothing but lies,

Nothing but a cruel tale that destroys me and leaves me without a reason to be alive.

So when the sun dies and darkness arrives, I gain my voice back

And fight those deadly thoughts,

Because to give up, I'm not ready yet,

To leave everything behind is not an option for me,

Instead, I fight every second from morning to night,

and the only thing that stops this repeating hell is showing them that they are nothing but my demons,

Voices without reasons.

I'm real, and I'm here, and I'm not giving up on living,

I am the brightest light behind those pitch-black scary nights,

I'm worth it. It's me, and that is more than enough,

Because I'm here for a reason...