Twists and turns, jagged edges and cliffs.
I'm inside this complex mind, mentally jumping off these cliffs and jagged edges, while on the outside I go on pretending all is fine, pretending the scars on my thighs aren't there, pretending the blade in the back of my iPod case isn't teasing me, taunting me.
The demons in this complex mind have buried themselves inside of my head making me wish I was dead, I'm forced to hit myself , bruise myself , hurt myself in any way they want me to , I am their puppet in this complex mind.
I don't believe there's a way I can escape.
Because being a person who's been stuck in their mind for years, you can't just tell me it'll get better.
I need proof that this complex mind of mine is wrong.
I need to feel my heart beat in sync with the world and not the demons.
But "no one can understand no one can know, keep your mouth shut oh and don't forget to smile when you're asked "are you okay"" the demons will tell.
And I will listen, because In this complex mind, I am not okay.
I am not in control , I am purely trying to survive.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a damaged soul
PoesiaMany words that have been trapped inside finally scratched at the walls of my soul and escaped.
