Warning: This work has been rated 16+.
T/W for depression, domestic abuse, and suicide ~
A/N: I know this doesn't flow super well. It was mostly a release of bad feelings -- but I welcome any suggestions to improve it!
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Mental illness -- such a filthy word;
Never uttered by proper ladies,
And certainly never brought up
While the family is present.
I wonder if they would know --
If they’d see the cancer behind the smile,
Or merely treat it as cold,
A virus that will pass if ignored for long enough.
Would they know of the car rides all alone?
Cold wind slapping your arm through the open window --
The radio so loud you can’t hear yourself shouting the lyrics to your favorite song,
The darkness that obscures the road just past the headlights.
Would they know of the darkness inside --
More intense than the night could ever be?
The thoughts that take an ominous form
And pull you in too close to escape.
Would they know the claws at the end of the shadowy tendrils?
The fingers that wrap around your hips and pull you in close,
Making your chest get tight and heart flutter --
With fear or anticipation you can never tell.
The Knight of Darkness,
A suitor with unmatched charm,
Inviting you to his home and into his bed
Without telling you the door locks as you go in.
Would they know the abuse he leaves you with?
The invisible bruises and cuts too deep to share,
The voice mails reminding you what it would do to your parents if they ever found out,
And the glances over your shoulder to see if he followed you back home.
Would they know the soul crushing loneliness?
The texts you type only to watch them disappear again
When he reminds you your friends don’t want to listen to you to constantly go on about him.
The way you eye the cliff as you drive along the edge.
Would they know what you felt before you start the descent?
Would they know your fear and remorse?
Would they know this was the only way to get where he can’t follow you anymore?
Would they know it wasn’t an accident that you didn’t make it back home?