Reality. Poem by Elycia_Medina15 Medina

Have you ever just wanted to die?
Well not die, but not live either like you have no motivation at all to anything ever again,
But there obviously something keeping you alive, why am I alive?
What's keeping me here?
How do you stop these hallucinative thoughts? This over compulsive thing clawing at your brain trying to get out.
The demons in your mind running you in circles like a carousel.
Shredding any positivity in your life to shreds.
Pounding and screaming in the cages you put them in, bending the rules until thy escape.
They wont stop. Why wont they stop?
They need a release just as much as you do.
But what kind of release?
Will you starve yourself until your skin falls off your bones? Or cut at your scars until they bleed over and over again.
Watching your blood pour from every single cell and bone in your body.
They constantly remind you how messed up you are. that your the failed experiment.

That you are the problem.