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Mar 2012
They're telling me to stop.
stop breathing.
stop thinking.
stop thinking im okay.

They're telling me to start.
start cutting.
start bruising.
start thinking bad thoughts.
start locking myself up inside.

i look around,
theres no one there.
who are they ?
why are they doing this to me.
its like im bound.
bound in my mind.
i think 'they' might be 'me'
i dont want to come to reality.
i dont want to know that its actually me causing all this pain.

i hear voices when theres no one around.
Little Wing
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Little Wing
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