The Fight
What was it that happened that night?
What was it that caused one hell of a fight?
The fight between the demons and me
It's a constant battle to set myself free
I sat there alone on the couch
in the dark, hoping to find one last spark
That one last spark that would help me
free every last demon within me
So there I was in the corner of the couch
My knees at my chin
and my hands on my shins
trying to ignore the demons within
I couldn't sit still
I began to rock
and all I could do was
stare at the clock
I watched as the minutes ticked by
Wishing like hell I could
just have a cry,
just enough to let them out
How much longer would
they scream and shout?
Cry I couldn't
Which made me do
something I shouldn't
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn't quiet
the demons inside.
I took off my watch
turned over my wrist
There I sat
just making a fist
Staring at the knife
At it's glowing sharp edge
Wondering if I had the strength
to make a pledge
A pledge with myself
to put it away,
never to come out
for another day
I was too weak
and I couldn't do it
so violently I slashed
the knife right through it
I repeated this
over and over again,
would any of this ever
come to an end?
How can I learn
to let them out
if I always quiet
their screams and shouts?
I watched as the blood
flowed out of my wrist,
the calmness I felt
was just what I'd missed
Lost in my own little world,
Letting the anger within
cause permanent damage
to my own skin
When will all of this madness end?
NEVER as long as the blade is my friend!!
Copyright © Dawn Murphy | Year Posted 2009
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