BY: Immaculate The Poetess
Does one heal?
Does the soul ever find peace
where the needle ache in the throat stop
when does the pain shoved down my throat stop
when do I finally feel myself breathe
Not a breath of a short sided relief
the breath that comes with the cold breath by edge of the mountain looking down the waves of the ocean
without that whistling sound
The whistling sound of engraving screams
The silent screams to jump over
When do the voices stop
I have a pen in my hand
But the end contract is blurry
Do I still sign?
Does ending the voices mean ending my life
Am I signing my death certificate?
Feels like watching one end of my grave being dug up while the other end the soil already reached my mouth
I can’t move an inch
This sounds like the deadliest silent scream
I have everything I ever wanted? I think
I’d like to believe so, not everything but some
Is it everything if the escape route leads me back to the hole I escaped at 18
Did I even get what I wanted if I end up back where the failed suicides attempts lay
Is this a scream for help ?
I don’t know but i know the boogie man was never under the bed
He was always where my mind is
And what scary is not that he comes at night
But that he seems to be one with my mind
The sad thing is watching the heart hope for a loophole in a system created by the boogie man himself.