Sad Poems

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Author: Secretly-voldemort

He is always there watching, in the corner of my eye,
The darkness in the shadows, silently daring me to cry.
He feeds off my sadness, grows stronger with every tear,
I say I am scared of other things though he is my true fear.
I can never be happy, for he is disgusted by glee,
No matter how hard I try, I can never break free.
He whispers stories of numbness, a way to end the pain,
He says that we are the only ones in this world who are truly sane.
I follow him blindly, believing every sick lie,
However knowing that he is only leading me to my very last goodbye.
He tells me every slash releases sadness from my soul,
But I know when I do this, im giving him control.
He tells others not to eat, to loose control, to hide,
He weakens us all and leaves us alone with no on to confide.
So I beg you to ignore him, don't let him in your life,
Because once you do this, he will use persuasion as his deadly knife.
His name is one uttered and whispered in fear,
Thr diagnosis that no one ever wants to hear.

Mental illness