Topic
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Consumed Thoughts
I sit here and think of
what could be, not what might have been
Decisions eat at my sanity
and make me go crazy
Voices are all around me
screaming at me, demanding
How to take that step and
twist in another direction
I’m baffled as I watch
all the stairs that keep moving towards me, away from me
I am told to jump, run,
hide or sit alone in my isolation
My self made hell full of
wrong choices, despair
Is this love, hate or
complete selfishness
The answers are on the
stairs and I can’t reach just one
To jump on one I have to
touch all of them, relive it all
It’s a maze and one
wrong move and you will die, emotionally
Can I be saved or am I not
worth it
The inside of me is
turning so cold
Like frostbite that hurts
so bad you can’t think or breathe
They are all there, I can
feel them watching me
Waiting for me to fail,
satisfaction is what they seek
The lives of the innocent
rests in my hands
Again I feel anguish and
shame as I look deep inside
There is excitement and
happiness buried somewhere too
It can’t find it’s way
to me and help, it’s hidden and locked away
The voices come back,
taunts and invitations are shouted, encouraged
The tears want to fall but
there is no longer emotion, death is coming
Death of who I was, am,
could be
© Michelle M. White