Haunted (Pt. 2)
By: Brittany Alyce
It’s nine p.m., I’m looking over my back, ready to attack
Like the Devil hovering over my existence because of the happiness that I lack
The memories that cloud my existence, unraveling as my existence prevails
This hasn’t been a fairytale
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, How I wonder Where You Are
Hoping God Isn’t Too Far
Coping mechanisms sniff out danger like hawks look for their prey
Isolation at its best, curtains drawn, as if I’m stationed for harm
I have myself to carry through this life; no one is trustworthy enough to stay
A hurt individual in desperate need of safety, peace ,and joy
Someone who genuinely cares and ensures the step before me is safe
Her heart is not yours to destroy
Dear little me, you’ve been gone for far too long, feeling trapped
You felt unprotected, scared, and alone
“She was just overly mad.”, you didn’t deserve to be slapped
I look for the light, because the darkness in the dark hole will await
The more I look for support
The more my soul becomes bait
The little girl in me, sitting up against the door to prevent anyone from entering
The memories, I’m remembering
My heart racing, my blood starting to boil, I want to SCREAM
The bloody hell that fills my dream
Longing for “real” love and connection
Not something based on performance and perfection
Someone who cares, understands, and loves me anyway
Not another escape from a haunted alleyway
It’s nine p.m.
Feeling haunted
Feeling taunted
Reaching for the light
But losing this fight
Why?
Do people participate in re-haunting me?
On wings, I wish I could fly.
