My collection of poetry and short stories

Wonderland

Down down you go. Deep inside where the madness flows. Monsters, demons all around. Not a drop of sanity to be found. Evil whispers in your ear, saying everything you've ever feared. Anxiety, panic, coursing through your veins. The only way to stop it is to bring yourself pain. So you draw your blade, and you tell yourself the scars will fade. But all it takes is one mistake. Nothing will be able to hide it, not even that smile you fake. When the blade slips and goes a little too deep. Either you get help or go into eternal sleep. Maybe that's what you wanted though. Maybe you were getting tired of fighting your immortal foe. If only the demons would have left you alone. Or if that oh so lovely god would have some mercy shown. The therapists and doctors all said you were fine. Even though you were well beyond that line.  You were a child dreaming of death.  Only now it's a dream come true, and you are taking your last breath.