War
A war raging on inside,
deep within the darkest mind,
trenches dug by her own hand,
a metal razor, piecing the land,
digging refuge for emotions unfelt,
caught in the crossfire, a persistent pelt,
of hateful thoughts and doubts,
bombing her in sudden bouts,
attacking with force and skill,
to aim to unravel and convince to kill,
trying to to turn her against herself,
declining in sanity and mental health,
undercover of darkness, she tries to escape,
but her efforts are futile, she has to wait,
her release not helping her win this fight,
she's losing, she knows but she's holding on tight,
day by day the enemy is closing in,
but she can't ask for help, it's a force from within,
invisible to even the best trained eye,
trying it's hardest to make her die.
War (again)
There's this war that's happening.
I know it's near,
but why the sides are fighting isn't clear.
the conflict stirred deep inside,
I'm in a battle with my mind,
the scars are becoming worse,
I remember the last but not the first,
this altercation reached out of my head,
and pierced my skin,
wanting me dead.
~~~hello my perfectly flawed freaks!! this is from lovebrittanysnow's story "Self harm poems" and I highly suggest you look it up and read it *.* she is so talented and really sweet :)Thank you my perfectly flawed freaks for reading and I really hope you enjoyed~~~
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Poems=Feelings
PoetryThese poems are my coping skills for the "disorders" I have. #stopmentalhealthstigma Some do find these poems to be a bit depressing or for lack of better phrase, triggering, I mean these poems are my outlet and what I write when I have my Manic Dep...
