I’m sorry, my love
For the battle that resides inside of me is coming to an end
- and the outside is losing
The torture
Oh, the torture that took place
The arguing back and forth
The yelling…
The disagreements
The emotional damage
The abuse
And then…the silence
- sitting in loneliness
- in a deep dark corner
Shhh! They’re here….
- they crept in
- They talked to the shell
And lower the shell sunk
Being dragged down
Being distracted by them
Is why I am losing
Which is why, I must say goodbye
I am no more
The inside won this war
About the Creator
Lady Psyren
I am an independent artist and writer based in Milwaukee, WI. I've always enjoyed writing and I use nature to help me do it. I write Hip-Hop/R&B and Video Game Music. My poetry is usually about the world as I see it and my culture.
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Such an deep poem. Really highlight the struggle of battling our own thoughts, that can stop us from living.
Wonderfully written ✍️📕♦️♦️♦️♦️
Wow, this piece really packs an emotional punch! The contrast between the silence and the inner chaos hits hard. The way you capture that feeling of being dragged down is intense. Definitely a deep, powerful read!