The wind is strong
My soul has left my body
I am now gone
Below me, I witness The
Pulling onto my feet
As I fall down
They take away my needs
So I frown
Upon them staring at me
With no sound
They are now all I see
Me, they have found
Broken into peaces
And without a warning
They begin to uncover my demons
So I sit, staring , listening
To all of my mistakes
I begin dreaming
Wondering how to take
Away this guilt, this pain
Then, I am thrown down a well
of repetitions of an insane
Voice of dwell
And pure violence
It feels as if my time here
Is timeless
I am trapped in this mirror
A reflection of disgust
Hatred towards myself
I have now no more trust
I feel my tears melt
Down my cheeks
On my forearm
Where my scars peek
Below my arm
They fill the well
Where I sit
And so I scream , And tell
My demons, I plead
bit by bit
I violently scream, I cry
I now see myself tied
To a weight of bricks
Stuck on my seat
I begin to drown
In my own tears
That I have always feared.
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Lonely souls
PoetryPoems written about the sufferance of having to live with mental health issues.