Those sounds...

It's a terrifying thing to be lost.
Lost inside of your own mind.
Drowning in a pool of thought's.
Praying for a savior,
Scribbling on paper.
Trying to shut out the voice's,
Only I can hear.
I have something that rattles my bones.
Scratches at the sides of my fragile skull.
Infecting my thought's.
A monster inside,
A demon beneath.
I have something inside of my soul.
I tell no lie,
It control's my mind.
And it's difficult to explain.
Hard to revel.
My heart is unable to feel.
Cause this isn't who I am.
I'm actually a sweet person.
But..
Why am I always stretching the edge.
I come so close to death.
Yet...
I'm still here.
There's got to be a reason.
There has to be a reason as to why,
He keep's bring me back.
I fear I wont ever be able to see a bright side.
I fear,
I'll one day succeed.
What has he got up his sleeve?


Nik.J.Tucker


- This isn't about myself. This poem is written about someone I know, as if I were them. I hope they can recover, sometime soon.