I’m Free

Poetry

I’m Free

Here I am,

At the crack of dawn

Screaming internally

Trying to beat the noise of my demons,

The voices in my head,

The cuts on my arms,

The ache in my chest.

Here I am,

In a room full of people

Lost in my thoughts,

Trying to smile and mean it,

To feel human,

To feel okay

To feel... normal.

Here I am,

Now defeated by the voices

Whispers and the demons.

Here I am,

Dripping in blood,

Surrounded by empty pill bottles,

The voices are getting quieter

My heartbeat slower,

I'm happy now.

I'm free.

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