body aches, hands shake.
bathtub filled with water calling my name.
you're hand on my shoulder pushing and pulling.
"do it" a demonic voice whispers. i close my eyes and see my mothers face, eyes wet as she see's my body.
limp; bloody and a single tear falls from my eyes as a smile etched onto my face.
who had won?.
but then i awoke, to the reality where i'm still alive and you're still not satisfied.
~awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
Poetrydeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry