An end to me

An end to me

A Poem by Ethereal Brookes
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going crazy

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there is a darkness inside of me.
and it's growing.
spreading from my legs, to my arms, to my teeth.
i'm pitch black on the inside and it's not showing.

i feel my heart trying to avoid it
but my brain is telling me to let it in,
so i quit.
what's the point of trying if you know you'll never win?

its a game you know,
me against the dark.
it's not very fun though
yet,on and on the darkness embarks

there is no light inside me
not a good bone in my body.
the darkness continues, this it guaranties.
this, my friend, is no gaudy

the voice is in my head
saying i'm what it needs
but what for is left unsaid
but still, the whisper proceeds...

its a game you know,
me against the dark.
it's not very fun though
yet,on and on the darkness embarks

i am not friends with this darkness
this darkness that has corrupted me.
but it offers me a promise,
something that will set me free.

take my life
and it'll die with me
so i grab the knife,
letting it know i agree.

so i slit my throat
and let myself bleed.
so i guess the voice can go off and gloat
because the darkness has finally put an end to me.

© 2015 Ethereal Brookes


Author's Note

Ethereal Brookes
i'm not actually crazy, i don't hear voices in my head. (all the time) anyways thanks for reading :) i hope you enjoyed :) (that was a joke btw)

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loved it. Very true.what the voices and darkness. I think your pretty darn talented.


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Added on June 12, 2015
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Ethereal Brookes
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I'm 15 and i want to be a writer. i am currently writting two books, one on wattpad one on here. my name is not really ethereal brookes but i don't wish to give out my real name or picture. go ahea.. more..

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