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Being Consumed…

The darkness is consuming me,

Surrounding me so I can’t see,

The silence is deafening, the voices loud,

How can someone be so alone when in a crowd?


The battles that have been won,

Mean nothing to the war still going on,

The war that I am rapidly losing,

These feelings not of my choosing,


The hate, the sadness, feeling nothing but numb,

Feeling everything at once, and then some,

The anger, the hatred, the poison inside me,

Fighting to simply be free,


Finally realising you do not matter,

Those closest to you want to scatter,

Run away far from you,

Because you bring them down too,


Poisoning their lives and minds,

Even when you try to be kind,

Nothing you do is right,

So why continue to fight?


Embrace the darkness within you,

Swallow the poison as it consumes you,

Eventually they’ll understand too,

This life just wasn’t for you,


You get up and smile,

Play the part but all the while,

You’re screaming inside,

Waiting for the day you can hide,


The rope around your neck gets tighter,

The worries in your head get lighter,

The pills begin to make it all go away,

Your darkest thoughts clear as day,


This is the moment you’ve waited for,

The poison and darkness inside your core,

Everything fading away to black,

Praying this time, you don’t come back.






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