Why is it
No matter how much I try
To fight
My hurt survives
Many nights I go
Trying to hold back these cries
Clawing at my eyes
Trying to calm my mind
So alone
Why is there no one to show me
It's worth being alive.
Eyes bulging because my head is imploding these thoughts so controlling, it's consuming, they want to come out with a shout but I won't open my mouth, teeth clenched I'm fuming, I won't let them go , down my throat they go, I grab at my throat as a I choke, my body is trying to fight me, it's doesn't like how I poison it , it grabs the nearest knife to slice me with all its foison, I try to take control but I'm losing, knife up right to my artery, with one smooth motion, my neck opens, out my blood goes in a commotion, as my blood bleeds, the poison flees, my thoughts freed, to swirl me, make me dizzy, as my hands reach trying to catch the air that escapes me, because I can not breathe, I drop to me knees, the room is turning into a painting,
Art speaks,
A brief story,
And it reads,
There's no escaping
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Comments (1)
This is some intense stuff. It's hard to read about someone in such a dark place. You really captured the turmoil well. I've seen people struggle with mental pain like this, and it's gut-wrenching. How do you think we can better reach out to those who might be in this kind of situation and let them know they're not alone? And what can society do to reduce the stigma around mental health so people feel more comfortable seeking help?