Their Warnings

ElenaGrace

They warn me of this
Warn me of that
Over and over again
They think repetition
Is the only way to impact me
But I notice their words
I heed them
And every time I hear them
They're carved deeper in my perception
So my paranoia grows
Constant and intense
Surrounding me
Each thing I do wrapped in it like a cruel gift
And now while life threatens my happiness
Death is an old friend
I'm willing to give in to him

  • Author: ElenaGrace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2017 14:38
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  • FredPeyer

    Outback is right. "They" are not important. Listen to the voice inside instead.
    Very well written. I don't know if you write about yourself or somebody else, but it sounds like a cry for help.



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