Drowning in a Bubble of Darkness

The pain inside you is ready to burst

I dedicate this narrative poem to the inner turmoils of my strange mind and I am happy to see all of you again. For anyone suffering from depression or suicide/homicide ideation look to professional help and emotional support from loved ones but even then know you are not alone in the black mist. I am there with you.

Writhing agony rips you apart and takes home in your bones.

The pain won’t stop and the party has just begun.

Your loved ones aren’t there to brave the storm with you and the night embraces you in cold arms.

Soon enough death joins you in the madness attempting to seize you as the blood curdles from a gash on your cheek.

Pain from your eyes begins to collide with the blood while a blade is held in hand.

To claw at one’s self is destruction and to slash at others is of the same ilk.

You stand in limbo as death commands you.

The night begs that the swarm of pain be released as a flood to consume you.

“May the tide of blood rush from the aching heart of the hurt one so that it may taint their soul and corrode the body or unleash sharp fury onto the less deserved.”

The command frightens you to your very core even as you walk about performing job tasks, assisting and talking with loved ones, and attempting to sleep.

Nowhere are you safe from this self-imposed evil.

Even when all seems well and stable you’ll insist that you are secretly a devil ready to hurt people who trusted you the most.

They look into your eyes and see this delightful, funny, and kind soul and yet the black pits hide behind this physical facade.

I ask of you to not let such thoughts rob you of the good life and that the evil inside is just a black bubble.

It’s harmless in so much that you’re in control and whether you find pleasure in bubbles or not, know only that they can be easily removed.

Acknowledge today that the bubbles will re-emerge at times just as dust collects on forgotten books.

Maintenance of the soul and mind is an endeavor nourishing the landscape of the person you want to become.

Take forth the knife and carve a path of peace.

Cut away the destructive voices and regain your sanity as much as possible with the weapon gifted by death’s hand.

Death not of the self or of others but the death of a previous chapter of life.

One final stab to cast away change the way you understand your mind.

Reclaiming the present and future by making peace with the pain seeping from your past.

Cry soft as the rain weeps allowing emotions to rise as trees from the seeds we’ve set to grow.

Let such growth guide you to where you want to go.

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