Whispers
You whisper death to me.
You hove about my head only to tell me what I am not.
You love telling tales of my failures.
You enjoy opening page by page of my dissapointments.
You even put emphasis on my past .
My tears are like living waters for you.
My tormented face is your comedy scene.
You work overtime just to wipe out my smile.
Sleep was my only escape from you,
But you took that as well, you planted nightmares in there too
Isn’t it enough for you that my walking life is a nightmare?
You made sure to whisper bitter dreams in my ears.
I am up all night fighting you but I never win.
everyday, you pride yourself by showing me what I could’ve been
If I hadn’t listened to you, you rub my weaknesses in my face,
Then you force my head to behold other people’s successes,
Then I start comparing myself and see only what you want me to see,
that I’m a pushover, an unfit thing and I’m not capable.
You force me to push myself into a corner, making me believe that I’m alone,
Because why would you want me to be with someone whom will tell me a different story?
I always fall for your traps and now I’m caught in your web.
Letting me go isn’t part of the plan, if only life was a movie,
I would’ve broken free by now, but in reality villains always win
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