sleep is my escape.

poem based on my past.

Depression has settled so heavily on my chest, I feel like every breath is a struggle.

My old habits stuck in a constant circle in my mind, whispering at me to give in.

my body feels slow motion, every movement taking every ounce of my energy.

The whispers getting louder, my mind darker.

I can't focus.

I want to give in, just one cut.

Everything seems to have the potential of being a danger to me.

Kitchen knives I used to make my lunch, so easy to just pick it up and cut myself.

The belt on my floor an easy noose.

Instead... I crawl in my bed, I curl up in a ball my thoughts screaming at me to obey them.

I shut my eyes tight, dig my nails into my arm.

Shut up! The voices won't shut up..

I turn on music trying to block out the noise coming from my mind.

Staring at my ceiling, the water spots turn into faces.

The shadows, monsters.

The voices in my mind, quiet now.

Music now the only noise.

I single tear falls down my face, everything hurts..

My body stills, my mind slows.

My eyes, droop with tiredness.

Darkness overtakes me as I fall in to the only escape I have anymore.

Sleep.

Author's Note

please give me feed back so i can improve