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Poetry

This is a book of poems written by myself. I will be adding a new one every week.

Consumed

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by dippy011

by dippy011

This sickness,

This disease,

It controls me,

Consumes me.

And everytime I break free,

The voices come to haunt me,

To taunt me,

To torture me,

To target my every insecurity.

I can't fight for long,

So I give up,

I give in,

But I keep up the appearance of being free,

So no one will worry about me.

Because,

It is no longer a question of,

When will I be free?

It's the question of,

When will it end me?