WHISPERS IN THE DARK

They say you’re the problem,

But do they really see?

The battles that rage inside,

The weight you carry silently.

Do they know the things you face,

The disgust that won’t let go?

You try so hard to push it down,

But it’s all you’ve come to know.

“You’re a failure,” says the voice,

It echoes every night,

Relentless in its cruelty,

Until it steals your light.

You promise you’ll do better,

But each time you start to fall,

The voice is there to catch you,

Reminding you of it all.

“End it now,” it whispers,

A burden too heavy to share,

But no one feels what you feel,

No one’s really there.

Even those who say they love you,

Can’t grasp the pain you hide,

So you search for comfort anywhere,

But it’s empty, cold inside.

The demon tells you lies,

Drives you to the edge,

And when they finally notice,

They don’t understand the wedge.

They’ll never truly know

The wars you fight within,

The scars that don’t show on your skin,

Where does healing begin?