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I can feel the light seep out of my bones
Leaving me lifeless and unable to moan.
By invisible hands I'm bound and tied,
Held by the demons I’ve hidden inside.
Monsters reside inside my head
Bringing me down until I wish I was dead.
Demons lie deep within my heart
Their whispers slowly tearing me apart.
I’m sick of this feeling within my chest,
Tired of the demons never letting me rest;
Endlessly hearing their relentless call
Until all I want is just to end it all…
I’ve battled the same demons for so long
That to stop would just feel so wrong,
But you’ve nearly driven them all away,
Leaving me with no more words to say…
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Post Traumatic Storm Disorder
Wake up every morning to snow.
A blanket so graceful, inviting sleep,
Just a rest in bliss forevermore:
Full of nightmares from which you shall wake up no more
Watch yourself smothered as if a lobotomized man under a pillow,
Crushed under an infinite blizzard death becomes pleasure,
Even while demons haunt you in hell,
You'll beg an end to the storm just so as to shrivel in your cell
Did you ever give permission to this storm of noise?
The snow is but a symptom; sleep an effect,
The storm is baked based on one defect,
Based on the fact your life automatically provides permission for everything it destroys
It is done, hurricane finished an
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Suicide is Surrender
Suicide is never an answer, it is a surrender;
a permanent recusal from a temporary turmoil.
Taking yourself out of the equation
where there could be infinitely many solutions
will always equate to nothing.
When you've hit rock bottom there is no point
in giving in when there nowhere to climb but up.
There will be light. Don't christen this chasm your gravesite!
You have the power, but it cannot be harnessed
if you're blocking all the outlets in the room around you.
There are people that can help but are scared to step in
if you've etched "DO NOT ENTER" on the welcome mat.
You could be hearing a symphony of sympathies
but you're allowing t
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To The Monster In My Head: This Is Your Last Poem
I know you are there, we have met before.
I know what you did to me and I know, I let you. There was no one that could see you, but me.
Once again you are creeping out of the darkness. You´re gripping onto me again.
I have learned to cry silently and hide my tears so they were never seen.
I´ll cover your pelt in flames,
Set your hollow face into frames
And hang them on the wall
I am going to show them all
The monster inside me
What you are, what I used to be.
It used to hurt when you bite;
My only way to scream was to write...
But today, no song will save you. No poem will be silent rescue.
I will shout. I will cal
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Ugh, my mindset has against me for the past few days, and this is too relatable... but it reminds me that I'm not alone.
Thank you for writing this
Thank you for writing this