Warnings: Very dark all around, very bad intrusive thoughts, it's not a pleasant one. I don't struggle with intrusive thoughts as badly anymore, but I wrote this as like an...an acknowledgement, I suppose, of that time, and with a contentness for where I am at now. If you want to talk, or share your own story, please feel free to do so by commenting or messaging me.
When I was ten the voices came
Though I don't know from where
I only knew they brought me pain
And they were always there
"No one wants to see you, girl."
They'd whisper in my ear
"Who would even notice if
You were to disappear?"
"Do you really need that pie,
do you need food at all?
Maybe if you starve yourself
Then you'll look nice and small."
I listened to them for so long
For years their grip was strong
I though that they were right because
No one had proved them wrong
They had been gone for quite some time
'Til you entered my life
Forget pens and swords, my dear
For your words are a knife
But I will not do this again
I will not walk this path
I will not let my mental health
Fall victim to your wrath
Now I've got voices in my head
That I cannot drown out
And so I am cutting you off,
'Cause baby, you're a drought
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
