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In My Head
Trapped by these four walls I call home
Trapped in this coffin I call my bed
Trapped in this body I call my own
When I'm alone I get so caught up in my head
My inner demons that always win
Scars on my wrist to mark my lost battles
The sinks stained in crimson blood
I lick my wounds as I start to unravel
The voices are so loud
The scars are so proud
Scarcely my phone buzzes from friends
As they ask how I've been
I don't reply scared of what they'll say
When trapped in the darkness I'm in
I reach to reply but my arms throb
As a reminder to never speak of the darkness I’m in
The ice-cold clutches grip me for the final time
As I make my way to the sink once again
My true friends are the demons in my head
Only they know I’m hanging by a thread
I lie here on the floor surrounded by a bed of blood
through my haziness the phone starts to light up as it slips out my hands
A flood of emotion crashes over me as I look at the name
I see my mother's message asking “how are you” but I let it stand
The voices are getting louder
The scars are getting prouder
Realizing my demons were not my friends but enemies all along
I gather my remaining strength and reply with “help” regretting my decision
Exhaustion grips me but now I see clearly what I have let them do to me
I lay motionless on the cold floor hoping my words rose suspicion
As I drift off to sleep never to open them again
The noise of distant sirens quickly fade with my consciousness
An already sobbing mother burst through the door as she finds it too late
Her precious daughter lie on the floor as she embraces her with tender aloofness
The voices are now silent
But the scars are so violent
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P.S.: The voices and the scars? Oh goodness! I love how you’ve portrayed the voices in your head and related them to the entire ‘violent’ world inside your head!
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