Bang
The yelling won’t stop
Their insults bring tears to my eyes
I’m the only one that can hear them because they are me
My depression
My anxiety
They show me all the reasons I’ll never be good enough
With my blade I can fight them
But I can only fight so long before I give up and give in
I start to believe every word they say
How do you fight something that lives in your head
You place a barrel to your temple
Bang!
It’s quiet your dead
Copyright © Kapri Wilmoth | Year Posted 2018
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