Tuck me in, all warm and safe, chasing away the monsters,
A hug, a kiss on the cheek, so soft, so sweet.
The door closes and everything is consumed by darkness,
The quiet, the stillness, then the voices, the noises, the screams.
What happened? What did I do? Why are you so aggravated?
Down another, down another. Go ahead, drink that poison.
I'll be waiting, for the torment, for the pain... agitated,
The words hurt more than the wounds, broken.
Bones can heal, bruises can mend,
But those poison-laced, honey words cut deep.
When you have control, you are kind, sweet, and pretend,
But when I slip out of your reach, you never miss a beat.
Another drink, another day, another you, another me,
What will happen next? I wonder as I bleed.
Will I stand up and fight back to be free?
Or will I cower and cover and flee?
Your touch, light, but disgraceful to my skin,
I try to forget, I try to hide the pain.
The feeling creeping up my flesh, I want to burn,
What is it? What did you have to gain?
What you did torments me through the night,
I've had time, half a dozen, yet still, I can't forget.
You are a jinx, for years you have, right?
Carma will come, two clicks to go, pop it.
Two years, till your demise, my darling,
Two years, be it at my hand, my choice.
Two years, before you and the devil will bargain,
But the joke is on you, my deal is set in voice.
You will suffer and cry and burn and scream,
As I did every time I closed my vision to dream.
YOU ARE READING
The recovery
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry that I am writing during my depression, some are very dark and some are happy memories. I am going to try to publish every day
