Words from the Heart..

Poem 8

It's 1:41 am. I'm sitting here
Sitting in the silence
Sitting in the dark
No fear is present
But why?
I am not afraid of the dark.
Yet I am afraid of the people who are in the dark

It's 1:57 am.
I'm still sitting in the dark.
I'm still not afraid of the dark.
But the voices talking to me are what make me scared.
Not of the dark. But what they are telling me are not words that such a person needs to hear.
I try to tell the voices to stop.
I try to scream.
But nobody else hears the voices.
It's just me.

It's 2:05 am
I'm now feeling fear.
I start to walk out.
I don't know what I'm doing.
My emotions feel like they're taking over.
I feel tired but the adrenaline in my blood is helping me stay awake.
But I don't know what I'm doing
I'm walking outside
Where am I going.
The voices aren't stopping. The voices keep going
Stop it
Stop it
Stop it

It's 2:16 am
I'm on a bridge
I'm looking down
What am I gonna do?
I climb over the little ledge.
I look down.
All I see are bright lights.
And cars.
Cars? It's 2:16 ?
But one foot comes off the ledge.
Then the next.
I'm falling.
Down
Down
Down
Down.
Pitch black.

It's 3:38 am now
I am jolted awake.
What happened to me.
Why am I awake.
Did that not happen?
Was that a dream?
Why was it so surreal.
But I still have no fear
I am not afraid of the dark.

-Nightmares are apart of the daily life when it comes to depression