Dancing in the dark

With practiced ease, I dance the night away,

But inside, a storm rages with each step I take.

I smile and laugh, pretending everything's okay,

But deep down, I'm drowning in a sea of fake.


The weight on my shoulders grows heavier each day,

And I'm suffocating under the weight of my own mind.

The demons inside me refuse to go away,

And I'm trapped in a cycle that's hard to unwind.


I turn to the blade to ease the pain I feel,

But it only brings temporary relief from the hurt.

I know it's wrong, but it's the only thing that's real,

In a world where everything else just feels inert.


I hate myself for the things that I do,

And for the person I've become.

I don't know how to start anew,

Or if I'm even capable of changing some.


So I'll keep dancing, pretending I'm fine,

And hiding the scars that cover my skin.

Maybe someday I'll find a way to shine,

And escape the darkness that's lurking within.



--Rensa, 7/3/2023

Theme : Self, "Depression ; Self-harm"