Broken, shaking, cold...will I always be alone?
I'm the only one who knows how to handle this.
Sometimes I don't even know how.
I hold myself in a tight ball, shake, and cry until it stops.
No one else wants wants to handle this.
No one else knows how.
I can't blame them really but for once, I just want to be held.
I want to be told it's going to be okay.
I want to be told I'm safe.
I want to be told we'll get through this together.
You want peace; so do I.
Why do you think I play so hard?
I'm in constant pursuit of that peace.
Sometimes I get to feel it.
The demons quiet down and I can hear my therapist instead.
Sometimes though it gets so cold and my skin crawls.
The demons slither, crawl, whisper in my ears, and tell me I'm nothing.
Sometimes I don't want to be here anymore.
The fight is too much.
Death would be such an easy escape.
I can't though.
Too many people depend on me.
Mental health has such a stigma.
Why do I get shamed for this?
My battle that I never asked for?
This war I never started?
Don't we all have demons after all?
Or are you perfect?
Playing God now are we?
Damn it all to Hell!!
Kill the darkness, shine the light!
I want happiness!
My demons want to take my peace.
I keep fighting for it.
I will continue to fight until death takes me home.
This battle I did not start, I will finish.
About the Creator
Lindsey Altom
For me, writing runs in the blood. I've written songs, poems and short stories ever since I was a little girl. I mostly like to write about my life experiences mixed with a little fiction or just things that come off the top of my head!
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