By Silas
my mind is haunted like a graveyard. my heart is where i laid my kindness to rest. there is a demon inside my mind. it poisons me from inside killing me softly, slowly. it tells me that i am not deserving of love that danger is everywhere even in my home. it tells me my pain was fake that i still need her like an addict needs his next high. but i don’t long for her in my bloodstream, don’t need to breathe her in get high on her smell. i don’t crave her perfume in the same way my grandmother craves nicotine. and this demon poisons me still reminds me that i cannot be hurt by someone if i hurt myself first. and that is when i decide to listen.
Silas is seventeen years old, and identifies as a lesbian. She lived with PTSD from an abusive relationship channels this through her writing. She tend towards a free-form poetry style, and uses it as a way to vent.
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