a blank page
soon to be covered in scars across the body parts you hate the most
so you decide to write
with words that express your insides, your mind, and your emotions.
your head screams with the more words you write
you continue, your heart pulsing with pain
mentally and physically, you break down
your hands shaking with the more feelings you spread across the page
the words start pulling off, fiercely, trying to grab you down into the darkness that has consumed you
your eyes screeching back and forth, trying to find something to grasp onto
the demons crawling out, with their bodies mangled and lost, reach for your heart and soul
they scream, making your ears bleed with blood from your victims
they move their bodies in grotesque ways that scare you severely.
they grab your hair, pull your waist, and twist your legs in ways that they can't even imagine.
the pain shouts from under layers of insecurities, and perseverance.
you continue to fight the demons, multiplying their numbers by thousands, every time you swipe the page.
your eyes continue to bleed non existent tears, losing sight withing seconds.
vision gone, you search for answers within them
they guide you slowly to your freedom.
and with one final stroke, you add one last demon.
its eyes glowing from the reflection in your blinded eyes.
and grabs your body, pulling invisible strings from the slashes and marks and scars.
using the strings to wrap you, a lifeless specimen with wounded spirits.
and you slowly lose each piece as you melt into the harsh cold insanity.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryi made this when i was fighting my depression alone. i now am much healthier, and have grown a lot since this. i'm keeping this up for myself. to remind me of how far i've come in this journey that is my mental health.
