Darkness
A silver blade dances across her dark skin
She take deep breaths because her lifespan is wearing thin
She's hoping,
Believing,
Even dreaming that these voices will stop making her sin
For she doesn't want to die
But she doesn't want to live.
What's the point of living is she can't actually live?
Everyday is suppose to be a dream but she's living a nightmare
Every night she clings to her bear
Hoping it'll stop her fears
For she is Alice.
She jumps in her deep thoughts
In her dark mind
Through a deep hole,
Hoping her dark soul will hold
Because she was in a dark palace
Full of dark figures
And in the palace there was blanket covered mirrors
For she didn't want to see her face
Because seeing her face was like seeing her fears.
She may be the queen of this dark palaceĀ
and the queen of her bloody blades
And the queen of her scarred skin
But she wasn't the queen of everything.
For she wasn't the queen of her mind
or the queen of her thoughts
or the ruler of her body
And it might sucks
But she wasn't the one to tell herself when to eat or when not to
For that was what the voices in her head told her to do.
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Comments
what a great poem so well expressed but i found it quite sad and it touched me because i can relate to this.
the pain the loneliness and the nightmare
and the mental illness
its very powerful this poem
thank you very much for your compliment. I knew it was an okay poem but I didn't think it was powerful and that it would actually effect someone
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lamel, this poem is a good dark indulgence, enjoyed all the creepy places it took my mind,Ā l liked it a lot, please write some more, cheers poet
thank you so much, i'll surely try to write moreĀ
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