Tormenting Whispers Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Raven sits there,
knees to her chest, music up loud.
The speakers dance to the song.
She's got her black hood over her face,
as she anxiously bites her nails.
Purple nail polish,
matching the bruises on her hand,
her legs.
She hasnt even noticed her finger tips are bleeding,
bitten down raw.
Her anxiety is breathing heavily now.
Pressuring down on her like gravity.
What form of abuse,
does she give herself?
What personailty has she created to counter her own?
'Help..,
Help me..'
Silent screams slip past her lips as she gasps.
What a sight this is.
Someone so tormented,
lost in such a state of mind.
I wish I could save her,
but she'd never let me get so close.
Any personailty she creates,
isn't allowed to slip past the defences.
Or else,
we'll all disappear.