The Invisibility Of Evil Poem by Gabrielle Nevercult

Hope this is not real life,
this is like a sharp knife,
which pierces you deeply,
then leaves you bleeding.

It's difficult to heal the wound,
it's hard to hide the letdown
of not being able to stay strong
and start to listen to the voice that says
'you're wrong'


Another stab,
two hands that grab,
they make you fall,
your mind is a scrawl.

This is the hell,
you're under their spell,
they want you alive
to lash out one more time.

You hope it's the end,
now you can't pretend
like you're not in trouble,
yeah, your mind is in rubble.