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Rusét Jan 2021
Everyday the rope gets tighter
I feel my breath being taken away
There’s nothing I can do to stop it
It’s what I’ve always wanted
I scream for help but the rope doesn’t allow it
I try to run but it holds me close
The knife to cut me free is firmly in my back
You never expect the ones closest to you to betray you the most
Especially right from the start
I may have been born whole
But I was raised in two different parts
There’s one that feels, hope, ambition, love
And the dominant one who feels pain, sorrow and has a violent taste for blood
My glass is half empty
The shards feel good in my hand
The trickling drips of red fills my face to give it some colour
Everyday the rope gets tighter
But it stops me from falling even further in the gutter
Rusét Jan 2021
As the furious rain drips around me
Hiding the tears flowing down my face
I look down to the deep, dark, lifeless drop
But to me when I look down I see hope, an escape, a way out
One step forward and I am on the edge
My life hangs in the balance like a ripped shirt hanging on by the seam
I am broken, people think I can hold it together, but things aren’t always what they seem
Times running out and I make my decision
I take the step and for once in my life I am at peace
From the dark drop I see a light
A light to take me home
And once I reach the bottom
I’ll never feel alone
Rusét Jan 2021
I hear the grim reapers scythe tapping on my chamber door
As he breaks through I feel the heated grips of the hands from hell dragging me ruthlessly to the underworld
I beg and fight for my life but in the end I am defeated
Dragged to the depths of hell, I keep falling and falling and falling
The unbearable heat burns my skin to a crisp and I feel no more
I hear the sounds of screaming, I hear death calling
In this world there is only suffering. There is no night. There is no morning
As my skin burns off, I plunge deeper
I wake up in my bed could I have only been dreaming?
As I hear my alarm beeper, I reach but to no avail
I cannot move, I cannot writhe, I cannot flail
The serpent wraps its tight grip around me and with every breath it grips tighter
I want to scream but I lose more life inside of me. I see the light getting brighter
My last breath leaves my body, I fade towards the light
And as I plunge deeper
That’s when I realised it was Satan who was the one that held me so tight
Rusét Jan 2021
Every morning I wake up
Hopeful, Ambitious, Pretty
I feel like this could be the day all my problems fadeaway
I feel I could take on the world and beat it with one swift jab
Till I turn on my lifeless phone and it’s back to the same old drab
I see news articles about wars, famine and greed
I try to look away but it’s on every site so I guess I must read and read
It makes me feel sad, it makes me feel hopeless
I woke up feeling I was free but now I’m four walls boxed in and the freedom was just a silly dream
Everyday I go to bed feeling that one day things might change
But even when I’m focused, all I feel is pain
Rusét Jan 2021
Everyday my Identity doesn’t stay the same
It’s changes with whomever I meet, it changes with every hello and every hey
I get confused by which side I am on
Or if I am in both
Both sides intrigue me
Both sides keep me close
When I have one, I want the other
And when I have them both I want none
My lifestyle is confusing so I had to try it once
Till I reached my ****** and things just got worse
My feelings get more confusing with every single verse
But I’ve learned how to live and I’ve learned how it works
I couldn’t go back to a life of lies
I couldn’t go back to being just one same guy
Rusét Jan 2021
When I cannot move and cannot scream
The demon in my head breaks free
It terrorises me like a cat with a mouse
As it gets closer with every lifeless breath
I scream but my voice seizes to exist
I cry but my tears dry up
I run but my legs have no feeling
I close my eyes but they are pinned open wide
the demon climbs my wall and dangles from my ceiling
It talks to me in a deep, menacing tone
It laughs at me and calls me names
Tells me I’m worthless, makes me feel pain
I shake and scream but to no avail
I shake and scream but to no gain
The torment lasts a short while but feels an eternity
As the echoing voice fades away so do my fears, my numbness, my seizures
I wake up in a pool of sweat and yet am frozen to the bone
The demon inside of me has found his way home
Rusét Jan 2021
I Look in the mirror and all I see is pain
The reflection is the only one who doesn’t laugh at me
I see optimism crushed under the oppression of everyday life
We are dreamers being forced to wake up
I sit and stare at the mirror and I don’t like what I see
Judging ever flaw, every blemish, and every problem about me
I wonder if things might ever get better for me
The glass shattering will be the only thing to set me free
I can’t judge no more and from the shackles I lose
No more pain, no more scars, no more bruise

— The End —