It started off quiet,
delicately deceiving her,
tricking her into trust.
Carefully infiltrating her every thought.
An once it had a hold inside her,
it subtly got louder.
The whispers told her new things,
playing off her fears and insecurities.
At first she blocked it out,
choosing to listen to a kinder voice.
But whispers turned to screams,
And she found them much harder to ignore.
Soon the only sound she heard
was the constant buzz of harsh and unforgiving words.
There was shouting, yelling, and screams,
and she could barely keep it together.
Soon the voices dug deeper
exposing her anxieties, and worst fears.
It was constant,
and she didn't know how to make it stop.
That is until,
the voice force fed her answers.
And she figured it out,
everything was finally quiet again,
But only for a few minutes.
And as the last fragments of life,
faded from her eyes,
she realized that the voices had won.

I should forget you
Forget every little thing
that made me love you
I should move on
like you did with her
But I can't
Because I can't forget,
not a single moment of it.
So instead I'll wait,
for you.

I don't know what to write
Because I'm running out of words.
They used to pour out
cheerful, and euphoric
Then someone turned the dial,
straining my words,
cutting off my flow.
The words twisted and turned
\desperately trying to escape
But in the process
they turned dark and gloomy
losing any joy
they may have previously contained.

It's fine,
if you don't want to love me,
if you don't want to see me
in the same way I see you,
if you don't want to be more
than just friends.
It's fine,
if that's how you want to see me.
But please remember,
that I can't see you like that.
Because I do love you.
I dream of us being more than friends,
I want to feel your hand in mine,
your lips on mine.
But I have to remember,
for the sake of our friendship,
that you will never see me like that.
And I guess,
that's fine.

It's consuming her,
Eating her alive.
From the inside out
It's devouring
Her very essence.
Ripping apart every aspect of her,
Leaving nothing a corpse.

A living breathing corpse,
That's all she is.
Just a shell of nothing,
No emotions, no anything
Everything was taken,
Taken away and destroyed.

Her family, friends
They all left,
Left her alone.
Alone it was easier for it to take her.
Easier to drag her down
To defeat her
To tear her apart
Piece by piece.

They don't realize they could have helped,
Helped her fight back
Helped her crawl out of the hole it dug
Helped her win the battle
Helped her get better
Helped save her
They could have saved me,
But they didn't.

I have an exhaustion,
Buried deep under my skin,
And as hard as I try,
I can't seem to rid myself of it.
I oversleep and under-sleep,
I overeat and I under-eat.
I try just short of everything,
To find any ounce of energy,
I lost so long ago.
But I should have known better,
This was not just exhaustion.
No amount of sleep could cure
what I am plagued with.
An exhaustion not from lack of energy,
but from a lack of euphoria.