Pitch black
This pitch black darkness
I walk through
My steps weigh a ton
My heartbeat is abnormal
My eyes are coveredThere is a hand?
No, it's harder
No, softer
It doesn't matter
All I see is pitch blackI move my hands slowly ....carefully
I could touch anything
I could touch anyone
My feet freeze at the sound of laughter
Faint
It was so faint but I heard itNo, I shake my head
It's no one
I was convincing but not enough
There it goes
That laugherJoy
That's how people see laughter
But what if I tell you, it was treacherous
The sound of pure evilThey were mine
They all belonged to me
It was still pitch black
But I knew
I could feel
The laughter from each part of mineIt's my fault they are there
Because maybe if I was stronger
Those voices would have never lingered
But who was going to tell them that their stay was long overdue?It's not funny how cold it is
Dark and cold
I guess the two were always friends
Could they cheer each other up too?
Could they teach me how to be happy?Funny how I have to relay on them
I hate it
But I have no choice
These voices are growing and I swear I can feel them
It's not logical
But that's the thing, I have never been logicalMy secret you may ask
My terrors have their own personalities
I'm just the pawn
They rule this sideMy eyes are still covered
I would ask you to help
But I'm too afraid
I'm too afraid to see what I have created
Because these terrors have worsen
Because they have been growing
And I fed them willingly************
Do things get better? Yes
Do things get worse? YesI guess it's always up and down from now on or I'm just not positive enough. Honestly, I never thought I would be how I'm right now. A girl who always smiled. A girl who had a bubbly personality. Yeah, that was me and it still is but I'm not sure what happened.
Maybe it was my overthinking that took me to such a bad place in life. Not sure. It's a New Year and I guess I have the continue to push forward because the best I can do is enjoy the little things right now before it's too late, so I hope you all can do the same.
Leave me your thoughts and thank you for reading.
Take care,
Anera
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PoesiaAge comes with a lot of surprises and mainly nothing good. "The old me is still there but she is too hurt" A look into my teens. Credits to @MissFischee98 for this wonderful gift (cover)