The black flower blossoms once more,
as it does it pushes you down, the voices start,
as they get louder you fall
into
an unknown substance,
as you
fall
down,
down,
down.
It never stopped pushing you
down,
until you reached the bottom of said substance.
You ponder what if I question your mind.
The same question goes through your mind,
"What if I'm brain dead," says that unknown voice.
You fall,
even farther into that abyss, as that voice keeps asking you that same
bloody question.
you Scream, "stop it"
but it doesn't until it breaks you,
like an eggshell,
it won't leave you alone.
Until you realize what has to be done,
you let the voice take over,
your body,
your soul,
your head.
Knowing it was what had to be done, the voice,
finally won.
You see another flower blossoming in the distance,
you swim just to see,
it was your imagination playing
tricks on you,
playing you like a fiddle.
You are your mind's puppet,
and it's your master,
as it takes over, you start losing grip of the
world around you.
You distance yourself from
reality,
your friends,
your family,
losing interests in what you once
loved
To
do.
You start losing sleep,
knowing it's not normal
to be Shinso from MHA (my hero academia).
But it feels normal to
you,
like it's how your life
was meant to be, most would say
"it's a mess",
"That's a stupid anime".
You pull up that hood, of no return
and ignore them,
as your mind wanted
you
to.
You've just become an
empty
Shell
of a human,
Heartless
some may have said,
or did
they?
you don't know,
all you know is you're a
Zombie,
as you have become brain
dead.
You want help but don't know
how to get it.
you've tried many times to
reach out,
to talk to people, to be
"normal".
But all they say is you simply
can
Not
be
"Fixed",
god you hate that word, that word
Echoes
in that empty
head of your
dead
shell
of a brain.
"Can't
be
fixed"
the voices would now repeat,
over
And
over,
once more.
Trying to bring you down
even
more,
trying to
hurt you
more
than it already has,
is like slapping you out of
Reality,
forcing you to become
"Meaningless",
"emotionless",
most importantly
"heartless"
as they all say.
The voices kept chipping at you,
like a miner
for diamonds,
trying to tip you far off the
"deep end",
tryna make you erupt like a volcano in Hawaii.
But its barely working,
and these voices are getting
Mad
that it isn't working faster.
Those
Voices,
soon get overshadowed
by a voice,
"you can be fixed",
"I'll be your friend".
It helps you snapback to
reality.

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Sea of death - Poetry
PoetryA book of poetry I wrote, was published on other things. Or it's stright up a call out / vent about someone. And typically those ones are obviously about someone.