Thrown into a never ending abyss of despair
Falling head first
I hear a whisper "let go"
Nothing filling the void
Not even the pain
The verbal beatings may not leave visible scars
Underneath its a scab.
Its getting louder than a whisper now there is an echo "let go"
Being picked at every waking moment
Until one day your nothing but an open wound.
At one point a thought crossed my mind...
Dark. Let the consequences follow at least I'll have fun in the darkness..
-Now its Yelling at me an annoying drumming in my head "LET GO! LET GO! LET GO! LET GO! LET G..."
Just like a light switch
A whirl of light surrounds me and whisks me away to the unknown
At least I wont have to hear that annoying voice inside my head anymore...
I used to write poems all the time. I absolutely miss the heck out of it. Now my days consist of my daily life. I wish my life was easier like it was back in the day.