Spying, crying.
Talking, mocking.
Screaming, creeping.
I can feel them in my head.
I only wish they were under my bed.
There’s no light when they start speaking.
I’m stuck in the dark, my cranium creaking.
My mind is abused, every day.
There are people in my head and down my hallway.
When it starts, nothing’s real.
The monster in my head escapes and makes sure I know how he feels.
We battle, it’s futile.
I die every time, it’s beautiful.
It’s scary, it’s intense,
I lose every time, offence or defence.
I’m frozen, like ice.
I can’t fight this fight and I can’t find the light.

By: Ragan

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