I get it, I understand what you're going through, what you go through every day
I hear the voices too whether it's yours or theirs
Those voices that knock you down and create the insecurities you have now
The constant "you're not good enough and you never will be"
These voices haunt my mind as they do yours, occupying every thoughtI have my demons too, big and small, all kinds
These monsters that tear you apart, killing you from the inside out
These creatures that visit repeatedly, torturing you no matter where you are, who you're with, or what you're doing
They kill what's left of your self confidence, making you feel like you're just another waste of spaceso to deal, you grab your paintbrush and you paint yourself a pretty little picture
But the paint runs red when you started with silver
The canvas becomes your wrist when you could've sworn it was your easel
You cry as the pain consumes you but no one is listening anymoreYou realize the voices, your demons, have gotten to you yet again
you're beyond hurt just wanting an escape from this sick twisted world
You feel like everyone hates you just like you hate yourself
And you're ready to tie the rope, down the pills, pull the trigger, just leave foreverBut I can tell you there is hope for you
you're still alive, your heart is still beating, you have so much to live for
you're going to make it out of this
Put down the gun, leave the pills alone, untie that rope.and as you move forward in your life, people will question the lines on your arms, the mere scars covering your wrist
you're gonna laugh, you're gonna smile, and you're gonna say
I was fighting with the bad guys and I wonI know you can't see it now, can't see how much strength you possess
But when you look back at these little white lines, you'll see how powerful you really are
For these are your battle scars, wear them with pride
know that life knocked you down but you got right back up
Live on for life was a gift given to you because you are strong enough to live it
YOU ARE READING
Blurbs of Thoughts
Poetryi'm not sure what this is, but i hope it's something, for someone. i write for you, and only you, whoever you may be.