When the words are stuck,
Your lips won't move
Your fingers shake,
And your lip quivers.
I entered the world,
Where everyone are demons,
Where it's all dark.
I had entered my world
Fighting with myself,
Wanting to run.
I feel tears escaping
My control.
I feel them rolling down
My chubby cheeks.
A scream builds up inside.
As I run into a corner,
Somewhere safe.
I hear them say my name.
I see them smile and laugh.
Each word like a strike.
A slash across my leg.
As I look down to see
My fingers full of blood.
A scratch.
Oh, and that pain.
It feels so good.
And now i consciously
Keep going.
A tear falls in,
And it burns.
And i like it.
As I slowly realize
What I am doing,
I stop.
But the tears don't.
I need to block them out.
Slowly music fills my head,
And I find myself writing this.
Just my hand sliding
The pen with black ink over the paper.
Something moves ,
And,
Someone Enters.
I hide the notebook
And tears want to escape again,
This time I fight back.
There's a knot in my throat.
I hear words spoken to me.
I can't reply,
I just stare blankly.
I ignore,
While attempting to dance
To my soothing music.
By now noise has filled the room,
With the noise,
The demons came.
One sits next to me,
As I flinch away to the touch.
I now close the book,
Unplug the music
And carry on.
Nothing happened.
I Am Fine.
YOU ARE READING
Nightmare
PoetryIt's not what it seems it is. Your eyes can lie, a nightmare is everywhere. To anyone who knows me in real life: Yes, I am depressed, yes, I self-harm. But I write this for myself more than for anyone else, if you do decide to read this, I want you...
