These six meds I take

The things I try so very hard to hide.

They give me six meds to make sure I stay to fight the pain that won't go away. These urges I feel I cannot control so they give me some more to make sure I stay whole. All this time I'm numb and ashamed of myself they say "hey, remember to love yourself." But they do not know the demons I hide for I fear if I let them roam free they will show everyone my dark side. I sit in my room unable to breathe for they choke me and won't set me free, I pray and I pray for them to all go away but does God hear my plea? Does he really know me? As I sit and I silently scream I begin to think of new ways out but there's only one that truly sticks out. Should I end this it would be so much easier but something inside me tells me I am a fighter so here I am today. These six meds I take may numb the pain but I know the scars will never go away.

Author's Note

The poetry I write is mostly things I’ve gone through and am currently going through. They're very deep and raw. Some people think they’re too gloomy but in a way I find them beautiful