Stop,
stop, please, I beg.
They won't leave me alone.
Yelling, hitting, degrading,
the dark figures haunt me.
I've tried running, but they always seem right behind.
I tried sleeping, but they haunted me in my dreams.
When I tell people about them, they say I'm crazy and that they aren't real.
Then, lock me away.
But they're real to me,
so real even I'll do anything to silence them.
Even destroy my own flesh.
The pain satisfies them and makes the voices quiet down.
Even if it's for a second,
I'll do anything.
Even stopped my own breathing.
I wonder why they stay behind me.
I've never really seen their true faces.
I've been running for so long I've never looked back and looked to see.
Only ever hear the voices that terrorize me.
I'm curious.
But it's true what they say,
"Curiosity killed the cat,"
and at that moment, I felt dead with fear as the face staring back at me was so familiar.
"Mother."
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I Try To Drown My Demons, But They Know How To Swim
PoetryThis is a collection of short stories and poems written by someone with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder), BD2 (Bipolar Disorder type 2), Severe depression, PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder), Schizophrenia, and anxiety. I've also experienced...
