Perhaps it’s something else

I’m sad
because inside of me I’m constantly fighting,
losing
against the demons in my head.
While they are grinning,
tears are running down my face.

I’m sad
because their screaming is louder than my
pleading
for help; I am trapped, alone.
Poison is running through my veins,
my reflection is distorted.

I’m sad
because the darkness is me, and I am
afraid
of tainting you with my touch.
It is only a matter of time
until I have lost my worth.

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About thetasteofwrittenwords

Ema. Twenty-something. Panromantic asexual. University student, artist and writer. Proud feminist. View all posts by thetasteofwrittenwords

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