Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25326117-20150226190029

The darkness creeps.

My nightmares begin.

I think I am awake.

They come.

I am terrified.

The closets are opened.

Their shadowy and transparent forms come out to play.

I tell them to leave, but do they listen to me?

No!

They berate and demonize me.

They make my place their own.

I just want them to go away.

Don't they know they aren't wanted?

They never listen.

They continue to terrify and traumatize me.

"Who cares about you?"

"You're nothing, but a monster."

"We deserve to be here; you don't deserve to."

Those are the things they say to me.

It's always me getting hurt by them every night.

The sins of the past never rest.

I am forced with emptiness.

I am forced with guilt.

It never stops!

They know they hurt me, but they don't care.

I wake up some nights, screaming.

I wake up some night, beating myself in the face.

I wake up some nights, crying my eyes out.

They force wickedness into my heart.

They whisper, "Oh, you say you never do that, but you're a damned liar!"

I just want them to go away.

If they did vanish, where would I be?

I am so used to their constant mental abuse.

It's unimaginable for me to live without them.

Maybe, tonight they won't appear. 