Has it been days or months?
I've lost perception of time.
Trapped inside a cage that is my mind.
These demons are starving,
I am their weak prey.
They've been chasing after me,
I cannot get away.
I'm badly beaten and bruised,
Vulnerable and injured.
Clawing and biting,
Attacking me inward.
What can I do?
I'm helpless at best.
This tiredness I feel can't be healed with some
rest.
What is it to survive?
I'm dieing everyday.
I keep telling my mind to come take my life away.
Somebody help,
Somebody understand.
I am too weak and need a helping hand.
- Author: Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 15th, 2018 01:12
- Category: Sad
- Views: 18
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