The Thing Is After MeA Poem by DearSweetAgonyLiving this broken life, with such a heavy load. Sometimes I want to give up. Sometimes I want to let go. Tortured by my failures, Dying by my very soul. It is the fault of the thing, who won't leave me alone.
As I breathe in the faint smell of blood, fresh from my wrists. I try to think of a happier time, a time much better than this. My memories are faint, and all I have left are fears. I try to remember but all good thoughts have disppeared.
I'm scared,alone,hungry and cold. My everything has been destroyed, so I don't have a home. The thing is everywhere I turn. Watching. Waiting. for the time I'm not looking so he can get me.
It's so dark, and I'm petrified. The thing that won't leave is now inside my mind. I'm on the floor,I can't breathe! I'm...I'm suffocating.
I see a... light? But theres the thing! I want to run, but whats wrong with my feet? I'm going towards that evil man! I get to the light and he offers his hand. Into the light, Into my new life. © 2011 DearSweetAgonyReviews
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