Nether

I have a friend named Nether

Nether is my life coach

He is always present and he is always pushing me

He is everything and at the same time nothing

He is everywhere and somehow no where

He is paradoxily no one and everybody

We are always talking, always arguing about what I should be and if my efforts are enough,

he speaks to me, he criticizes me, he pushes me. 

He wants what's best for me.

He tells me to grow, that if I don't keep moving that I will fail.

He tells me that I am never enough.

He tells me that I am worthless 

He tells me to try harder and harder until I push my humanity to the wayside.

He never sleeps, he is never satisfied.

I watch as all the progress I made falls into the abyss.

ID, Ego and supah watch as we collectively fail.

Every day I fight to prove to him that I am worthy of love,life, and happiness.

I tell him I can't take it anymore,

Nether doesn't care he starts stabbing my chest and I can feel my left arm pulsate as I run into the night.

My lungs burn as they desperately try to pump oxygen into my bloodstream,

They barely inflate as if a hole was punched into them

I run 

I can feel him

I can feel him right behind me

his frantic breath and the crispness from the cold sweat on his forhead.

He never gets tired,

He never stops,

He looks familiar.

He looks alot like me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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