Here we are again
Stuck and drowning in a pool of darkness
The pool that I made, and no fake friend
Could ever pull me out of it
Here they are again
The people who make belittle and maim me with their tongue
Who test my limits and squeeze my worth until there's nothing but black or red
Until my last bit of sanity and passionate devotion are flung
Out of the sharp-edged door, laying there, bleeding on a blood bed
Of twisting vines and insidious, beautiful roses
The thorns and vines writhing and closing round my mouth, throat, and wrists
Unable to scream or move on as the door closes
As I get lashed and squeezed as if I no longer need to exist
But that's just all in my mind
All in my mind, right?
But if it was then how come I feel every thrash and stab
Every scar and bruise
No, its not just a dream of my broken mind gone mad
But something real, a bomb to diffuse
Before it blows my soul and being into a million pieces
And I'm left there to pick them all up
To try and put myself back together, a million fissures and creases
Along my once innocent and happy body, but I just had to overfill my cup
And spill my blood along all the white walls
That were meant to keep me safe
And whenever I show someone, they just stand there, appalled
At all the smears and bloodstains
'Who was murdered?' they would screech
'I was, by myself' I'd reply
And they would run away from my beseeches
To just accept all my good and bad sides
Tired of all it, I drag myself through the day
Pull my broken parts together and plaster a fake smile on my face
Pretending so they don't push me away
Being someone I'm not to be accepted without grace
Falling perpetually, like an angels demise
Attempting, reaching, struggling to surmise
Why this is all done to me
My wings and halo, withering and blowing like ash in the wind
My eyes that can no longer see
No longer aware of my limbs
The pain overtaking everything
As I get torn apart
Because no one cares, they'll just use my blood for their art
And I'll be nothing, no one, already forgotten
Just another one of the fallen
- Author: 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓜. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 1st, 2024 14:15
- Category: Sad
- Views: 4
Comments1
A fantastic write
How can it be in the mind or a dream if I feel every stab
Particularly enjoyed this line
" but I just had to overfill my cup"
Delighted to discover your writing
Thank you so much friend
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