I walk alone Just as I stand no one to stop me no one that actually cares at all. Alone in a room black I didn't know I was claustrophobic... Are the walls closing in on me? or is it my mind pressing on the only sanity I have left questioning it. Questioning my sanity seeing how far it'll bend under it's own weight. Blood red walls drenched in the lifegiving fluid of hate bearing down apon me almost questioning my being I have nothing to tell them. nothing that I've not told them nothing that they have not seen before. The voices in my head grow ever stronger 'do it' they say 'do it for us...' never. Never. Yet they grow haunting my being with every word utter of a sentence from the corner of their lips my lips shredding my insides smirking as I cry. They'll never control me blood red at their fingertips my fingertips the only person that can control me is myself none of the voices taunting glinting their knives my knives. The walls drenched with evidence hatred for myself and for them they can't control me. Only myself only myself spattered and drenched hating myself hating the world can control me. Only the lost thing abused by herself hated by herself hurt by herself can control me. and myself is the hardest wall... Myself is the hardest wall to scale.
Reason for writing:
It's self-explanitory.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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