go away
i scream
to my mother
terrified of who
i've become.
go away
i plead
to the hopes
crushing me
saying i could recover.
go away
i cry
to the psychologist
at the doorstep
of my realm.
go away
i request
to the anchors
chaining me down
to the world.
come here
i invite
to the demons
smiling within.
~ invitation
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
