Lock the door and turn off the lights,
Consumed by the darkness, unable to fight.
A disease of the mind that few understand,
But those who care try to reach out their hand.
Poisoned thoughts playing havoc with my mind,
Scared to explore my feelings, not knowing what I'll find.
Raw emotions displayed on each arm,
The only method that creates a sense of calm.
Unable to express how i really feel,
The only way to show the pain is real.
The stigma attached means many hide away,
Feeling so low, unable to face the day.
A secret addiction like narcotics or drink,
It can take over your life quicker than you think.
Acting on impulse, not thinking things through,
"Everything will be fine"-if only this were true.
Adding your comment:
! I think you are talented in your ability to express. I like your rhyming style. I relate to this deeply. Impulse is a devious devil that I'm sorry you've ever had to hold hands with. This is a beautifully penned write though. Keep up the great work.
