By Saraaya Sulaiyman

London

CN: depression, insomnia, suicidal feelings

 

It’s a special kind of hell my dear I wish you never feel

It stretches your mind like a band until ping you forget what’s real

 

It slowly scrapes away your skin to gently coat it with dread

It steals away your hopes and dreams and leaves fear behind instead

 

It erases your identity both your future and your past

It shrouds you with a choking darkness which seems doomed to last

 

So you’ll lie awake night after night wishing for the way out

Your principles are paper thin, you’re wavering, you’re full of doubt

 

But my dear when your skin is covered with this coat of dread

Know that it will harden, it will thicken  so that you can tread

 

And when you feel that you don’t have a future or a past

Know that I have felt this way and I promise it doesn’t last

 

And when my dear you lie awake wishing for your way out

Know that others before you, they found a way to stop and shout

 

It’s a special kind of hell my dear, i wish you never feel

But if you do, know that you can and will heal

 


Image Jemima Poffley

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