It Never Stops

I remember those nights

When my life would crumble all over again.

Hands in my hair, tugging ever so slightly,

Muscles being worked as I paced the floor.

I’d whisper to myself with tears in my eyes

"It never stops."

I’d take a seat with a notebook in tow

And a pen in a shaking hand.

My handwriting didn’t even seem my own

Writing out those words again and again.

As I penned the pleas of a trapped girl

Begging them to stop, those demons within.

Then I’d seemingly blackout

And wake up lost and confused,

With only my notebook knowing the truth

Of how I almost succumbed to those monstrous things.

And I’d go about my day, beaten and broken

Eyes glazed over so no one ever knew

The truth’s that lied inside.

And then the next week, I’d do it again.