Of Lines And Poetry

Whisperers

Once
Darkness crept within
Shadows crawled as if struggling
Voices rumbled like thunder
Then, silence.

I was falling fast
In a hollow, a dark pit.
Thought that was the last
That it's the end of it
But no.

Darkness covered my sight
Fear gripped my heart too tight
It almost burst but also didn't
I heave a sigh
Am no longer up for this fight.

Once
I found
A coward cowering in a corner
Holding sharp edges of a double-edged sword
Mind.

Do it.
She whispered a request, i took it as an order.
Everything will pass.
Mumbled an oath as red trickled from the deepest scars. 

Breathe deep.
I tried–.
Breathe out.
Again, nothing happened.
They're still in the room with me.
With indistinct chatters–most of them unwelcome.

Blinded by the lights
To stare despite pain is to say otherwise. 
They're gone but also aren't.
They're with me as if papers glued to body
Taking my life, energy and sanity.

Twice
“That is the only way to end this”
As if it was the wind talking
My mind is in chaos
My heart throbs
So as my skin.
T'was just a slit
But deep. 
Piercing deep beyond my body
Deep within my soul.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
Silence.
Whisperers were gone but darkness remained.
Hugging me as if it's where I'll find comfort.
Cradling me like a child lost in the forest.
Lulling me into a deep slumber after a long tiresome test.
I did it.

Again
Woke up only to be welcome by darkness.
Then.
They are back.
The whisperers.
Looked around only to realize
I'm alone.
They don't exist.
Whisperers, they're all me.
The temptations, the fear, the pain.
I heave a sigh.
Do i have to do it again?
“Do it. Again. To live”
Now in much louder voice.

I cackled.
How ironic it is.
I have to cut myself
To know that I'm alive.
After all
To kill myself is to survive.