I can fight this, I swear.
I can make it through.
I can ignore the fact that my heart is starting to tear.
I can push away the tears.
Not listen to the demons whispering my fears.
Into my ear.
Sure, there's no escape.
Yes, I'm trapped here.
Because If I try to leave,
The demons will start to scream as loud as they can.
And I'll start crying,
Start to fantasize all the possible ways of dying.
And that's not what I want.
Do I?
Logic disappears
All I'll be able to do,
Is scream,
"I don't want to be here."
As the tears stream down my face.
My skin, it'll be cut.
And the blood will start to run,
My hand might reach for a gun.
I probably won't make it out alive.
No matter how many times I told you I could survive.
I'll be alone.
I won't lie,
I want to die.
But, then again,
You need to go to bed.
Don't worry, I know how to stop the demons in my head.
All I have to do is shoot them with some led.
So, it'll be okay.
Just, go to bed.
I'll be fine.
I can fight this, I swear.
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Delirious
Short StoryA collection of short stories. TRIGGER WARNING: Most, but not all, of these short stories deal with triggering themes such as depression, suicide, bullying, and/or eating disorders. Disclaimer: I in no way support suicide. If you or a friend is in...
