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Apr 2018
Clears throat
Even when I try to breath it hurts

Because inside everythin is broke
I want to be helped

But afraid of being healed
Slam shut my eyes, and pretend everything is not real

Control by my vicious thoughts
Trapped in my **** mind

I want out
Have the key to the locked door

But barricaded myself in
I’m In pain

It’s stiffing
Pretending no, delusional maybe so

It’s as real as the wind
And I’ve been at war inside my own skin

Almost beating into submission
But I refuse to give up

I’ll fight my demons two by two
Welcome them aboard my ark

And I’ll win
No matter what

Or til death
Do us part
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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         suzanne, Rahama, Jazmine, devante moore and Misfired
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