Worlds swirled in my head,
Thoughts pouring from my brain.
I took a moment and thought,
Will I ever be without this pain?
I was drowning in my own thoughts,
Slipping out of sight,
Would I give it all up?
Or am I willing to fight?
Soon, the pain grew too strong for me to cope with,
Engulfing me in it's strong hold.
I used to think I was quite brave,
But I wasn't so sure after feeling my whole body turn cold.
My whole body began to shake,
I was starting to loose control.
I promised myself, and begged myself,
That it would never ever fill that hole.
The forbidden weaponry,
Urged me into its hiding place.
Causing a look of distress,
To appear on my face.
I was always so alone,
And no one seemed to care.
So really-
What even is the point in being here?
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The Day After Tomorrow
PoetryEvelyn Moore is a girl who struggles with mental illness . She is alone yet so accompanied, powerless yet so powerful, out of control yet in complete control. James Hunt falls irrevocably and irresistibly in love with her, despite her 'flaws'. Can J...
