Shadows. I see them everywhere.
Here and there, up and over,
down and around.
Shadows of my past,
for they keep me bound.
They will not let go,
for they keep me alive.
But I cannot let go either,
for they allow me to thrive.
Some shadows give me happiness,
other bring me sorrow.
Sorrow that never ends,
and dwells in forever tomorrow.
My days are long, the nights even more so.
They keep me awake, harshly refusing to let go.
Memories of abuse and loss never cease,
no matter the cost.
They have turned me into a monster,
blood thirsty and mean.
I am falling apart and ripping into myself,
seam by pitiful seam.
Will these Shadows ever leave?
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
