Harsh words cut through my skin
As the knife I use to inflict pain upon myself...
And the sorrow elicited from my inner within
Sparks the fire of ignited rage
And the lonesome and beat spirit that seems to reign.
Feeling sorry,
Crying daily,
Even in the mind
It seems a bore to carry
All the wrath of hatred within
The exhausted, fragile body
Called
Ashley
Whenever is the light that I've longed for so long going to appear? Will my mind be trapped within the asylum I've created within my skull, or my inner insanity bubble up and implode? However am I to sleep, when behind my closed lids all my demons lie?
They were supposed to be my friends, those damned demons. They turned their backs on me when I grew so alone and weary. Neglecting my body with the twisted chants of death and solitude that calmed me so until the tears began to run. now when I try to flee from them, they gather me up and throw me into The Lake...I no longer needed to induce the state.
One cell would open as another closed, each taking their time to torture me with the loud slams of shutting doors...each demon watching from my eyes and burning my soul. While closing my eyes to sleep, dreams of suicide would creep, like fog, enveloping my body with its dense cloud...
As long as I've got to live, my demons want to walk with me, eat with me, cut me, eat me, torture me, want me, throw me away, and claw at my exhausted heart.
RELEASE ME
YOU ARE READING
Troubled
PuisiI am writing this on account of a random inspiration and the spark from my many fires. I hope you all enjoy it, or at least read and comment with kindness and empathy.
