Who is going to help me when my mind
crosses over to the dark side again?
I need someone who can help and guide me
to escape this horrific frightening pain.
When my troubled state overcomes me
I hide in the darkest corner of the unlit room.
I become attacked on all sides
and become a part of this evil gloom.
I give up this mental fight against all evil
and lose all sense of time.
I no longer have a will of my own,
my thought are no longer mine.
I disappear into a dark, dark world
where the only shades are black and red.
Demons and evil surround me for every second,
which fills me with nothing but extreme dread.
Each time itbecomes harder to escape this place,
I'm there despite wanting to desperately sleep.
I'm so afraid that I will be trapped here forever.
Will there be no peace for me whilst I weep?
I have thought of endingmy life,
but what will happen if they are there.
Is there no escaping this nerve shattering misery?
Is there anyone out there who cares?
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death