I stood an arm's length away from everything I knew
I watched my life of lies burning below me
Closed my eyes and whispered a single word
Nevermore.
Nevermore to the promises
To the innocence we once claimed
I give in
The words that they use
The things they'll remember
Flooding my brain forever
But I say Nevermore and set this world on fire
Watched these gilded lies become the corruption they were born from
Sometimes those faces still haunt me
In the middle of the night they come
Seven demons refusing to leave me
Disgusted with the life I've chosen
With the things I've done to myself and myself only
So I kiss this life goodbye
Watch the lies empty promises and memories never fulfilled fade away
The wind dances around my ankles
The screams below are a blur to me
I can't kill my demons
They're a part of me
like a disease with no cure
So I take a step
And feel myself falling
Crossing the line to the other side
A place I can hardly see but completely feel
A place where demons don't roam
A place we all will voyage to
Where lost things go
Where everything is still
Where the pain ceases
Where my friends await
A place called death
The only haven for me.
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Ok so this past year was really bad for me. I lost a lot of people who I thought were my friends and a bunch of other pretty personal stuff I'm not going to get into. But throughout the year I wrote these poems and short stories that just reflect the way I was/am feeling. I've come out of this last year totally different than when I started, and these poems and stories show that. I originally wrote them to help me get through what I was dealing with, but now moving on is becoming difficult with having these, if that makes sense at all. So rather than delete them (I lost a few and was very upset about it) I've decide to share them. Most people won't understand because they weren't there and didn't experience what I did, but I'm hoping that these will maybe help other people because they helped me a lot. Even if you don't look at it the way I do. Writing, like all art, is in the eye of the beholder and it effects everyone in a different way. And I think that's beautiful. So please enjoy!
--E
*Just a quick note: I was and still am for the most part going through some really dark things and this reflects that. I guess you could call this like a trigger warning. Basically please don't read if your not comfortable with the topic depression and self harm. Thanks.*
