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she watches herself
walk into the flames
aware and knowing
that she isn't going to last
her heart cries out
in agonising pain,
as she watches herself
tear apart her dreams
but her mind is black
she didn't know where to go
and what to do
what even is this life anymore?
the stitches of her heart
began to pick apart
and the thread began to unravel
as the demons pulled it, hard
after mending and mending
and piecing it back together,
what was the point,
for it to be unravelled just like that?
her mind is full of water
and her eyes are glued close
she doesn't have enough power
to overcome her demons
because she's finally giving in.
after a year of battling
and trying to help herself
she doesn't know what else to do
but let them win
an ongoing war
but she only wants peace -
a canvas painted black
but she only wants
the colours of life,
and not the lack of light
after a year of gasping for air
a year of tormenting herself,
pulling herself apart,
she's done.
she physically cannot carry on,
not anymore anyways,
because she's seen so much darkness
that her soul of light is nowhere to be seen
inky and murky,
it covers her vision blind,
so that she can't see
or walk her path
she's on a twisted way.
and as her heart cries out
in agonising pain,
she watches herself
tear apart her dreams
she watches herself
walk into the flames
aware and knowing
that she isn't going to last
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Poetrysad attempts of poetry sitting at death's door. NB : trigger warnings, containing depression, self harm, anxiety, and more.
