What I Go Throw Poem by kim blackmon

She here. I can feel her near me because she takes all my happiness away from me. Everything so cold. I turn the corner I can see her. Her pale skin and so many cut and bruises ever where. She is the voice I hear in my head. She is the one that will always follow me everywhere I go. She will always be their for me when I am hurt, alone, scared, and so on. She takes all my happiness away from me and turns it into sadness. She will tell me to do this and that and next thing you know I am bleeding and have cut all over me. I mean it like I have no power to control it, to stop it. I know I need help but I don’t know how to ask for it. I have to trust someone before I tell someone.