The Hook

The Hook(Uglyface) When the world becomes silent, I can feel it. I feel it creeping into the back of my mind like an itch I don't want to scratch.. but I do, because it's me. Once this itch is scratched the fixations are there once more.

Preparations aren't in place to resist nature's call.

The enslavement the monster can have on a young soul, feeling hopeless, not able to control my own actions but feeling the shame of every action. Like a shadow attached to my very being...

I struggle to speak, not whispering a word in case of the judgment in which the shadow holds bursts.. suffocating me.

I don't recognize the person I've become, the once hopeful youth engulfed by a normal & healthy pastime.

Post clarity hitting harder than a bus splattering a tired soul who's got nowhere to turn.

Do you know what I'm speaking of yet? It's something that's not taught but expected to endure, the thousands of options destroying my brain into thinking 'THIS IS NORMAL'.

Unable to resist the siren's call, myself knowingly destroying my soul.

I'm trying to escape... I'm trying to escape but I fear the hook, the hooks are too deep.

Mandy Marsha

04/03/2022

Interesting. I still don't quite get what you mean, but I can imagine the hook.

We all have monsters, some we fight and some we surrender to... And some we dare not breath into existence.

Interesting. I still don't quite get what you mean, but I can imagine the hook.

We all have monsters, some we fight and some we surrender to... And some we dare not breath into existence.

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