Pain Reliever

Ashes

"Sober"- Pink

Reason I picked that song, is because I only listened to that while reading "13 Reasons Why" (by Jay Asher). Amazing book. Read it in only two days, and it had me petrified.

In fact, this poem is inspired by that novel. The whole time I wrote this, I was only thinking of that book.

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An abyss of endless demons

That laugh

And stroke your hair,

Yelling in your ear,

Loud enough for you to hear.

Pulsating your mind with

Mockery

As you lay in bed,

Crying,

From all this

Monstrosity.

Yelling in your ear,

Loud enough for you to hear,

Their soothing voice

Of long, everlasting nails

Upon the chalkboard,

Slowly

Screeching,

With the metallic blood laughter that reassure you saying:

"It'll all be fine.

Forget about tomorrow

And until the end of time,

I'll stay with you,

As the uninvited guest,

Dancing,

Prancing,

Around your

Weak,

Petty

Sorrow."

People have the audacity to throw their

Weak,

Petty,

Affection

In the face of the fragile

And even call it an attempt.

When they walk through the halls

And through the streets

And in their own homes

And can't even sleep,

Remembering the plethora of comments

Coming from the outside world

Only to haunt back at night

To this

Weak,

Petty,

Little girl.

Ah, but they didn't just remain comments.

They soon turned into words

That forever embed itself

Into the lines-

Endless,

Endless,

Lines

Along the

Weak

Petty

Little girl's mind.

No.

This is not an overreaction.

Now tell me

How can you form an adaption

To the wretched and horrible fire

That burns along the skin

From different temperatures,

Different angles,

From different sources

That flame along different points

To only weaken the inferior.

Ah, you honestly believed it was an adaption

When, a matter of fact,

Your thrashes

Only turned into menacing torture

To only malfunction this poor girl's mind

And when she's had the last straw,

Her mind crashes,

And all those scars and burns, wear away

And finally, she's had enough.

She's now become the

Weak,

Petty

Breeze of ashes.

But she carries along.

You've made this breeze of ashes

Turn into nothing,

And so nothing has nothing to be kicked or teased upon,

Because she is nothing.

So do not fear,

She'll lay in bed

With demons,

Loud and clear,

Forever being the only ones to reassure her.

Do not worry,

It does not matter,

Do not hurry

In taking the latter.

Forever will she be the nothing you've made her become.

Because in the end,

Burns turn into ashes.

Give it a while,

She'll freak out,

Forget how to smile,

And forever be the shadow of

Petty

and

Weak.