finally I can write again
I let the words flow
even though the sentences don't
make sense and the quality is low.
The poems might be
not so perfect,
lovesick & over-dramatic
but I started writing again
and I'm proud.

I ain't afraid no more
of the darkness
and the sadness
the 4AM thoughts
I got used to loving deep
with receiving nothing in return
I accept the rain
the sunless days
It isn't going well
but I ain't afraid no more
of the monsters in my head.

How can I save everybody else,
when I'm drowning myself?

I begg you
To kiss my salty cheeks
lead me through the mighty jungle
be my light in the dark
can you please take my
sorrow
and cure my broken heart?
I’m on my knees
To begg you
To ease my pain
Amen.

I wrote a poem
about you
again.
You wouldn't leave my head
and when it was 4am
laying awake
i was drowning in the feeling of
love.
Just as all the love songs
suddenly made sense,
suddenly all the words I wrote
where about you.
I promise this will be
The last words I'll write
about you.
Goodbye.

My feelings for you are like paper in the rain;
It will dry, but never be the same.

Do you know that voice, always yelling at you? That voice from inside your head? The voice yells the worst insults.
Try to fight it, but you'll never win, because the voice knows all of your weaknesses. It's made by your worst enemy, you can never defeat.
Yourself.
Try to ignore, but the voice is sneaky, and will come at the most unexpected moments. It will break through the silence. To break you.
Try to escape, but the voice will always follow you, wherever you go. And it will never stop, until you break under the pressure.
Try to stay strong, but the voice keeps yelling until you start to believe.
The voice is done when all the lies become truths. Then the scariest part begins, when the voice stops yelling and starts whispering:

"You aren't good enough."

Do you hear that voice too?