I often feel like I am not who I am
I can feel my demons crawl up my spine and run through my veins.
The darkness has me by its fingers, I am hanging down by its tips on some string swinging myself around trying to break free but only ripping myself more and more. Tear me apart, bruise my body, torture my mind , tell me I'm undesirable, trap me in your prison.
I am your puppet and I know I can never be free so do what you want with me I accept my fate. Cøld Icy thoughts speaking , telling , giving me reasons I don't belong here. Everyone else is flying free , going through each cloud in life like its silk. I stand on the ground watching them and sitting in an endless field of thorns, if I move foreword I will tear my soul more. So I stay in this spot where it all stands still and the memories fly around my head repeating my failures to me like they're reciting lines.
I can't escape. I need something, but I don't know where to find it.
Help me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a damaged soul
PuisiMany words that have been trapped inside finally scratched at the walls of my soul and escaped.
