My mind was eating me alive. The feeling of panic and sadness were all too familiar to me, everything around me was clouded by the terrifying thoughts that passed through my brain, all the looks I've been getting were nothing but pity, and fear.
"Are you okay?
"Yes."
but no one would believe me, they all thought I was crazy and out of my mind. but I saw them, they're everywhere. every object my eyes landed on was overtaken by them, the shadows and monsters, the horrifying echo of a mean demon kept ringing in my ears.
I've grown familiar to all the villains inside my head, I started looking for them in the day, people usually have daydreams- not me though, I have nightmares. I paced around my house, looking for a monster that wasn't there, but then I'd look in the mirror and I'd see them.
the villains, they ordered me to do stuff I didn't want to do.
I screamed,
I got hurt,
I'd often go to sleep, feeling a constant rage within me, screaming into my pillow, having a raging fit of nightmares.
everyone stayed away, they said I was crazy. I got locked up. caged like the psychopath they think I am.
"I saw them."
"they're real."
whispers of the dark shadows overtook my brain and I started shaking, everything was happening so quick I couldn't help myself.
then I pulled the trigger.
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I'm not a psychopath don't call the police
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Emotional Torture.
PoesíaCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
