My eyes are wide
Yet...
I'm not seeing anything
Nothing but the darkness
That will consume me
I blink
Everything back to how we
Should see them
My arms hurt
I look down
Notice blood
And new scratches
The scars were scratched at
I softly whimper
They are attacking again
All I can do is wait
Wait for it to kill me
Wait for it to take over
Or wait for it to go
I pray that it will go
Or if I'm really down that day
I pray for it to take me
Usually only takes over...
It controls me
Talks for me
Fights for me
But once it leaves...
I'm drained
Van barely stand
Barely see
Barely talk
My eyes widen
Once more
As I see it move through the crowds
I cant stop it...
-E.G.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
You know bits and pieces
Poesíathis story is for anyone who wanta to read it... it might be a trigger warning to some sensitive people. I'm sensitive. this is my life. it may spund like drama... but its all true. This is my life in the form of poems. Heart felt meaningful poems...
