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Darkest secrets. *possibly triggering* please comment with what you think :)
You want to know my deepest thoughts?
Sorry but they can't be bought.
A year now of being alone and cold.
No soul knows. No one was been told.
The whispers grow louder and louder each day.
They don't want to leave. They want to play.
They slither in my mind, like a snake.
I can't sleep, they keep me awake.
Go on, do it! They whisper in my ear.
Cut cut cut, is all I hear.
Far too close to going over the edge.
The door is shutting fast. I need a wedge.
But no one can hear me scream and shout.
No one can hear the lies, they just doubt.
You're to good to do this. They say.
If only they knew. And maybe they will one day.
So I'll end this poem as a cry for help.
The whispers grow louder, they scream and I yelp.
Someone help me. I feel so alone.
Now I'll sleep, let my monsters roam.
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