Self Made Poetry 2

Darkness Is Calling

I'm breathing.

But does that really mean I'm alive?

I'm falling though the darkness.

There's no one to catch me.

No one that cares enough to see.

The tears i cry aren't for you, they're for me.

Im struggling with everything that's usually so easy.

My thoughts deceive the calm look on my face.

My heart racing as anxiety overtakes me.

Feels like im suffocating.

I want to give up, but I'm still fighting.

Still my minds raging with thoughts i try to keep hiding.

Struggling to stay away from the darkness.

Would be so easy to let it swallow me.

Fall into black abyss.

Yet my mind is telling me your to strong for this.

So i keep fighting.

Inside i feel like im dieing.

Can't show that im crying.

So i blink back my tears.

Im supposed to be the strong one.

I'm the one who makes sure everyone is okay.

Everyday i fight this darkness trying to creep back in.

I feel it seeping into my mind, under my skin.

If only we could rewind through the tragedies in life.

Simply make them go away.

But the demons they stay, cloaked in darkness i so intimately know.

I'm trying so hard not to fall.

The darkness is calling.

Fighting so desperately to survive.

I'm breathing.

But does that really mean I'm alive?

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