My Friend Ana

Poem VII

  The Empty Wall

When I look back at my life,

It's as sharp as the blade of a knife,

As I think of all those nights,

I spent curled up in a ball,

Staring blankly at that empty wall,

The thoughts in my head would never cease to appall

The people that claimed to care for me,

Caused by them, who remain my true enemies,

My demons as they screamed,

They're evil eyes gleamed,

With the venomous words they injected,

Those words which left me rejected,

By those people I had naively collected,

By those people who I had befriended,

They're actions brought me to wanting to end it,

End the misery, the constant pain,

End the voices that inflicted my suffering,

End the companionship of the barely bearing,

Because those demons,

Because those words of venom,

Those people that never failed to be them,

They were the invisible words written on that wall,

Which appeared to be nothing at all,

But became the destruction of the little girl curled up in a ball,

And the life to look back on, aghast and appalled.

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This poem, though pretty rough, means a lot to me. It's very close to my heart, and to be honest, I was very conflicted on whether or not I should post it. It may not seem like it's that big of a deal, but I poured much time into this, and put mos much of myself and my past into this. And with that, I'll leave you be. I hope you enjoy this.

Stay Strong