My mind is racing,

With every word my brain spews on the page

I feel part of my sanity come back.

Part of my pain is lifted,

Part of my heart mends itself,

But only for a moment,

Because once this poem is over,

I get thrown into the darkest part of my head.

In this place,

I am told I am worthless,

stupid, not worthy of life.

I argue with voices inside me.

Voices, so many voices circling me!

I scream and scream,

But no one hears me.

I fight and fight,

So they chain me and lock me up in a room.

Dark and cold,

Alone and forgotten.

I will cry for what seems like days.

Until a pen and paper appear on the floor.

I start to write,

The chains slowly disappear,

The scenery changes,

All of a sudden I am back in my room.

Laying on my bed,

Staring up at the ceiling.

I jump up and tell myself it was just a dream,

But I know that in my brain,

There is a Hell I fall into whenever I can't escape.

Escape from what you ask?

An escape from reality.

And since this poem is over,

I need to go back.

Goodbye, friends.