A deceiving face, smothered by a smile.
Two souls fused together, and forced to live inside one body. Those two souls fight against each other, making life altogether a living hell.
Some days you're walking on water and others, you can't even breathe.
You're falling inside an endless abyss of darkness only to await the light at the end of the tunnel that may not or may not come for what feels like years... and once you're finally out, you're only forced to go back inside.
It's an endless cycle of nothingness. Of pain. Guilt. And fear. And you're not only forced to deal with all of this inner torment by yourself, but you're forced to believe that it's not a "real problem."
Everything inside yourself is screaming to get help, but you know that if you reach out, you'll only be brushed aside.
You're like a ticking time bomb, and you could go off at any second.
But you refuse to let that soul that's making your life hell take control over you! You refuse to give up your happiness!
And so the two souls fight, once again.
You've made it to the light at the end of the tunnel numerous times, but that does not stop the cycle. It will continue to go on, and on. And. On.
You were always told that you are your own worst enemy. And now... it's starting to make sense.
But you refuse to give up.
You continue traveling through that tunnel regardless of how those two battling souls make you feel. Even if you're happy, or sad... or angry. You keep moving forward, putting one foot in front of the other.
I've walked through that tunnel more than enough times, and I am here to tell you that things will get better. I am here to tell you that I will walk through that tunnel-- I will walk through hell-- with you until you can finally claim that beautiful light as your own.
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Soul-Bound (Spoken Word)
PoetryThis is a form of poetry called "Spoken Word" that I wrote for my English II class in High School. From the very first day my teacher had given my classmates and I this assignment, I was excited to write it. I knew that, in writing this, it would t...