My sanctum

A poem I wrote after I took the OAA and was really bored and stressed

My sanctum

By Abby Lent

 

     I sit and cry, I feel so alone, liveing in a shell no hope to escape I talk to no one, no one at all. It seems like no one cares, no one gives a crap, I can't even talk to my imagenary freinds, I get accused of mumbling. The emotions I'm forced to hold in someday they'll make me stronger, take me higher in the end, my mind is a strange thing, twisted if you will. normal goes in and this comes out, its kinda' funny ain't it friend, how I look so shallow but oh I'm deep. Demons in my brain that you think are dead, thier only asleep someday soon the will creep. The longer the demons rest the stronger they get, bigger, badder, harder, meaner, in the end they'll take controll of my brain me, my thoughts, and everything