It's currently 3:04 a.m, I restlessly toss and turn in my bed. I've been trying to sleep for hours now.
The overwhelming thoughts in my head pounding against my skull at an almost taunting rhythmic pace. The pounding starting off soft and light, the thoughts gentle and of happy memories but soon enough came a dark cloud passing over.
The cloud menacing, almost a jet black. With the cloud came the thunder and rain, the rain bringing the flood. The thoughts that I try to hold back behind the flood gates are now ramming against the walls harder and harder. The lock weakening as the water begins to cause the door to bulge.
The gates soon bursting open, the water rushing through. The thoughts poisoning my brain, my thoughts are much louder now, seeming to scream at me until I'm covering my ears now. As the flood rushes in, my brain begins to overflow.
I'm screaming for help but everyone's rushing past, it's almost as if in a world of
mentally healthy people, I'm the outcast, I'm the virus, I'm the thing, they're all running from.
These thoughts are not my own, these came from The Devil himself. He wants to win, I can tell.
I'm trying not to let him as the cold choppy water begins to pour out of my brain due to the overflow of the water. The beautiful blue liquid swallowing me as I'm gasping for air.
I'm reaching out for help as I hear The Devil chuckling in the distance.
His laugh is like a cold winter storm, sending a chill down my spine. He whispers in my ear telling me to give up. I cannot let him win.
I begin to pull myself out of the brilliant shade of blue that makes up the water surrounding me.
Dragging myself to shore as he tries to pull me back in. I'm coughing up the salty liquid my heart bleeding out, as I lie back onto the sandy beach.
Suddenly I feel calm as I slowly start to drift off to sleep. I feel at peace, the war in my mind slowly coming to an end. I didn't let him win today and that brings me some comfort.
I'm safe for now as now I've fallen into a deep sleep. The flood drying up, the cloud disappearing. It is when I wake up that I truly fear this dangerous war with my mind and The Devil's thoughts.
hi my angels <3
remember you are loved.
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The Words That My Mouth Failed to Speak
Poetry*Completed* This book can best be described as a plethora of my thoughts combined together to form the words that my mouth fails to speak. Before you read this book. Open your mind, it is only then will you come into acceptance with your own thoug...
