P. S. I Wrote This

Your soul was holding me hostage, I was afraid you'd go on a rampage. You have been my captor for a few years now, Tell me your intentions and decisions somehow. The whispers in my mind don't allow me to live. There's so much to say but nothing to give. I want to find a comfort of home in your arms; But I am not sure, What If you'll cause me harm? My mind always searches for the actual ME, But my heart never allows me to be free. You are my captor  and I am your hostage, Tell me when I will be free from your cage?

I kept walking but there was nothing. The darkness was consuming me. I fell on my knees, holding my head, as the sound pierced my ears, ringing throughout my head so loudly I begged for it to stop. I laid down on the dark surface; curling my knees into my chest but the sound of bell never faded. I screamed at the top of my lungs My body began to ache, a cry begging to escape my throat as I felt the darkness press against me, threatening to swallow me whole. Just as I was about to give up, to sink in this place and let the darkness win, I saw a flicker of brightness around me. The more I focused towards the brightness, the bigger it grew. There was a voice calling out my name, I got up and followed the voice, walking blindly around the brightness. I heard the voice again Who is that? I kept walking, but there was nothing there. The sound of bell was still echoing around me. The only hope I had was the voice but it was slowly fading. There was no way to escape this. T...

Warning ⚠- Not meant for someone going through Suicidal Thoughts and Depression! ‘Come on do it! You don't have to stop.’ Tears pooled out of her eyes, The demons which always got her mind She tried to stay strong, But the whispers always got her way wrong. ‘You need to do it,No one loves you’ That caught her attention. Which resulted in self - destruction, The pool of blood kept flowing, Which she stared glowering. It calls her closer, it calls her near- ‘Just once and it will be over’ Death whispered in her ear. Irresistible is a sweet entice, Staring down, Which one first to slice? She observes her previous tries Her unseen hurt and earlier cries No peace in her mind, no peace in her head. ‘Just be still, just be brave’; She slashed down with an improvised knife, Blood oozes and drips down the drain A slight tingle,but no real pain. Her head feels heavy, she gets dizzy and her legs go weak. Darkness surrounds her, She embraces the darkness,then...

She was afraid, Her room had some kind of dark shade. There was a voice inside her head, 'Come with me my love' it said. She was terrified, There was no place to hide. The voice inside her head grew loud, For the first time, enochlophobic wished there was crowd. She was shivering, The voice was slowly differing. 'It's time to get going' it said; She was found on the floor next day dead.

I remember how it all started- The way we talked about anything openhearted, Things were changing rapidly, And I was falling for you madly. The promises which you made, I was the only one who obeyed. 'Distant Feeling' was just a word, Now it cuts my heart like an open sword. I wonder why I was Attached? It left me broken and detached. I try to collect the pieces of my heart, And I think if I could restart.