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Dear Ana, I feel like I've had you on my mind, this whole life. I feel like you might take me from this family, Suffocating me, cutting me out with a knife It's hard for me to understand why you follow so close, At times when I eat alone, I think of you the most, Ana. While other demons take a backseat you will never be ghost They called me a freak in school with you on my chest And Ana the nights you felt closest, Are the times I wanted to rest. When I see your face, you leave me breathless, My heart starts pounding with my mouth trembling You pull me in and whisper "let's end this" As much as it pains me not to succumb to your song, I pull your arms from my neck then you're gone, Gone in a person but there in a presence But I don't agree to that fate, yet have come to acceptance So Ana, you say you miss me and every meeting seems dire The doctors, they tell me, you're bad for my health Still until I expire you'll never retire And Ana feels access holding my throat in With one injection and slowly i count to ten Now Ana be silenced for a moment But still talking from within. Ana never leaves but keeps quiet until it's a struggle again
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
Ana
Dear Ana, I feel like I've had you on my mind, this whole life. I feel like you might take me from this family, Suffocating me, cutting me out with a knife It's hard for me to understand why you follow so close, At times when I eat alone, I think of you the most, Ana. While other demons take a backseat you will never be ghost They called me a freak in school with you on my chest And Ana the nights you felt closest, Are the times I wanted to rest. When I see your face, you leave me breathless, My heart starts pounding with my mouth trembling You pull me in and whisper "let's end this" As much as it pains me not to succumb to your song, I pull your arms from my neck then you're gone, Gone in a person but there in a presence But I don't agree to that fate, yet have come to acceptance So Ana, you say you miss me and every meeting seems dire The doctors, they tell me, you're bad for my health Still until I expire you'll never retire And Ana feels access holding my throat in With one injection and slowly i count to ten Now Ana be silenced for a moment But still talking from within. Ana never leaves but keeps quiet until it's a struggle again
ryan-maroni
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
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