Uncover their presence.
Why are they here?
Beating me up, leaving me weak.
Scrambling my thoughts, erasing my dreams.
Bringing up the worst memories.
Screaming my name in vain.
I'm struck with so much confusion and pain.
My life in control, not in my control.
And I believe what they say; the voices in my head.
About the Creator
Sophia Seradarian
Hello. I am 13 years old and have been writing stories since first grade. I journal frequently, as I find it a way to clear the mind and ease self destruction. I'm very ardent about poetry and a poem of mine was published in a book.
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TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
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