I was getting better, please not again,
The darkness crept in, a familiar friend,
Whispering doubt, feeding my fear,
Reopening wounds, that had started to heal.
I fought so hard, to break free,
From the chains of my past, that bind me,
I thought I had finally found my way,
But now I feel lost, led astray.
The demons inside, they never sleep,
They wait for moments of weakness to creep,
Back into my mind, to wreak their havoc,
Leaving me shattered, broken and frantic.
I thought I had banished them, chased them away,
But they've returned, stronger than ever, I pray,
For the strength to face them, to conquer my fears,
To silence the voices, that echo in my ears
YOU ARE READING
The Lines in Her Head
PuisiThis poem book follows the everyday struggles with mental health, finding love, and the struggles with heartbreak Warning there are some mentions of self harm struggles
