My Poetry/Quotes.

Shelf.

I'm thinking about this mentality that I've subconsciously manifested,
To be awake to reality constantly,
I didn't stop to think about the demons that would start haunting me,
Now some bliss is something so hard to see,
Walking with the devil himself,
Slowly deteriorating my mental health,
Though I could pay the pain to fade with some material wealth,
I bottle up these emotions put them on the shelf.