They say it gets better.
It's gonna be alright.
But when?
It gets better but it doesn't.
It goes but then it's back.
Back and forth,
Fighting and battling with her own self!
Thoughts and expectations.
Expectations fails.
Thoughts over flood.
Demons take their place.
Numb and heavy the Heart feels.
Insecurity to it's highest peak.
The demons in her head rips her heart apart.
Battling back and forth her heart is tired.
The demons say neh
And the Heart tries to yell yeh
But the voice cracks cause reality proves the demons right.
The heart knows it's want.
It knows how important she is to people.
It knows she is loved.
It knows what purity it holds.
But it fails to prove it cause sometimes the demons pull up a longer fight.
"They don't care!"
"They are ignoring you"
"They hate you!"
"They have better things than you!"
"They are happier without you"
"No one wants you!"
"Everything will get worse"
They yell at it making the Heart go dim.
The heart knows better
"They love you!"
"They are busy"
"They need you!"
"Don't give up"
"You Are a angel!!!!"
It tries to yell but the voice in her head is too loud for her to hear the truth. Reality and life seem to play on the sides of the demons so the Heart is left all alone.
It starts getting dim.
The smile on her face dims out.
She starts getting frustrated cause nothing gets better.
She's tired of feeling this way.
So she get angry. She yells and hurts herself. She throws her anger out for small reasons.
Then late in the night she lies alone and cries in her bed.
Feeling pathetic for showing her anger on people.
For hurting herself because then she hears here hearts.
It's begging her to stay strong.
She feels it.
The heaviness.
The cracks.
The darkness the demons caused.
She wished it all stopped so her heart whispers to God
"Take me home Lord. This angel needs to come home now"
Then next morning she wakes up wishing today is gonna be a good day but it happens again.
She wants to tell someone she's feeling like shit.
Her heart is crying for her to tell her friends cause they can fix her it knows but she doesn't. The thoughts in her head holds onto her and whispers
"they'll get tired of you"
"If they need you they'll call you but they didn't."
"You'll disturb them"
"Don't irritate them by ranting about your life"
"Stop complaining!"
She nods and listens to them. So she takes no effort to stop them. She just sits there hoping that someone will see the pain through her eyes. Someone will save her from her own self
YOU ARE READING
Poems By A Nymph Drunk On Words
PoetryWords, They have changed me They have captured my soul and owned it But don't be scared my dear For Oh you have no clue How much I'm in love to be drunk on words.
