The demons are running loose in my head again
Screaming out your name as i dig my nails into my hands
I don't make a noise, scared that someone will hear
But trust me, in my head there is no silence
They're telling me to cry, to scream, to end it all
But i can't do that yet, I can't fall
Not knowing where i will land
I can't trust myself to land on my feet
I'm mimicking life here, faking as I go along
But inside I'm worse than dead, I'm nonexistent
How is it physically possible to be this miserable?
If you asked me several months ago,
I wouldn't have know the answer
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
In life, in school, in my mind
I'm so tempted to give up everything
Stop this silly game of believing I'm okay.
YOU ARE READING
Haunted Dreams
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that i once intended to turn into songs, but i never got around to it. I thought I'd share them with y'all because...i don't know. Just read it, eh?
