The silence consumes my thoughts.
Strangling the light left behind.
The metal that haunts me watches from a distance....
As my nails collide with my skin.
Scratching at the surface to let loose of all the feelings I'm harboring beneath.
Wearing my tears like make up and putting on a mask that's created with lies and false hope.
The chains get heavier as though I see the end of the tunnel arriving soon....
The darkness falters as the light brightens and I become just another shadow that dwells in the nightmares...
That seeks help but is to afraid for such because the memories that I've desperately tried to Barry would be
Resurrected and brought into the light where my demons try so desperately to kill....
But the only way to kill them...is by killing myself.
-cya next time-
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
