Haha, look at this noose
around my neck.
A little bit pathetic
to anyone who’d check.
Isn’t it funny
how life can be so abusive,
how the fucking demons
stay so damn intrusive—
confusing your thoughts,
distorting your sight,
corrupting the mind
until only this feels right.
I’ll show them now
how broken a person can get
when society’s only gift
is to dismiss and forget.
So this is the time
to take the final fall,
to quiet those demons
and silence them all.
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Author:
notapoet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem is difficult to read because it should be. It is a mirror held up to a society that too often dismisses the suffering of the mentally ill, that offers pills and platitudes instead of presence and patience, that "dismisses and forgets" the very people who need to be seen. The poem is a cry of rage and a plea for witness. It asks us to hear, before it is too late, the voices we have trained ourselves to ignore.
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