"Everything will be Okay"
The promise slipping from your lips with hope of seeing a smile appear on my chapped lips.
In hopes I will believe such lies.
For everything will not be okay.
For life is hell, burning all hopes and dreams that dare enter our thoughts.
You tell me to fight.
Fight my demons,
Fight the urges,
Fight the voices,
Fight this war.
How will I win this war when I can't even win the battles.
You tell tell me,
"Don't lose hope"
"Everything will be okay"
I have lost hope,
Long ago.
Morphing into sand,
Slipping through my fingertips
Into the depths of this hell.
I have lost hope,
Long ago.
I do not believe in those lies anymore.
My thoughts do not dare to conjure up those beautiful dreams.
My body does not dare fight the urges shaking through it, controlling me.
My mind does not dare try to block out the voices, killing me slowly.
"Everything will be okay"
When.
When will it.
I have given up hope in such lies.
Stop holding me in your arms, whispering those lies in my ear.
I have given up hope.
I'm done trying to fight.
YOU ARE READING
I tried
PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
