Giving Up

We all have demons in our heads that whisper nasty things, and sometimes when we fight them- we lose.

Giving Up

The demon attacks.

Pouncing on my heart unaware.

Squeezing until I am paralyzed

Paralyzed-

By fear

By doubt

By self-loathing

By the whispers it tells me-

You are worthless

You are nothing

You are a speck of dust,

Roaming aimlessly through this world-

No home

No talent

No love.

Go away, it says,

You are nothing but a burden to these people who say they care

It is a lie.

Fight, I say.

Give up, it says.

Fight

Fight

Fight.

Keep climbing.

But my feet are tired and my soul weary.

So I sit, I stop, for a second,

And the demon attacks.

Give up.

No.

Give up.

No.

Give up.

OK.

Author's Note

Feedback- positive or negative- is always welcome =)

Reviews

[Zyphril]

Excellent portrayal of a constant fight a lot of us go through on a constant basis.

I enjoyed it. You're a talented writer.
Do keep me informed when you drop another one of these. I'd be happy to read it and offer my thoughts.

Excellent.