He pins me to the ground, and whispers into my ear. “Why are you still around? Nobody really wants you here.”
I yell no, try to fight him off, beg and plead. There is no point, he’s staying, I can’t escape, he's taken the lead.
This dark entity, this monster who lives in my head. This bully who won’t give up until I am dead.
Will I ever take control of this fight, and break free? Or will this force wear me down and destroy what is me?
Thank you both very much for your kind words. The purpose of this writing was to portray my battle with mental health disorders, I wasn’t expecting such a positive response so thank you all ❤️
I really love the dark mystery feeling this poem has. Whether it’s true to your life or something you’re just passionate about, it really deserves to be in a book.
I like the way you have expressed how you're feeling Kayleigh if not the way you're feeling. I didn't see the rhyming till the end. ?
Thank you!
An excellent description of your desperation in so few words.Well done
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<Deleted User> (56953)
Wed 1st May 2024 14:26
Your bittersweet,vivid pen is moving.
Keep up the writing.
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