I'm left alone with the monsters in my head
In the closet and under my bed
Some look through my window
Some share my pillow
Hidden in the dark
They stab my heart
They tell my demons to come out and play
I can't keep them at bay
They sit on my lungs
I'd rather be hung
All they show me is red
I'd rather be dead
They push me to the mirror
So my vision is clearer
They show me myself
...
I'm the monsters and demons
...
I'm the one
...
That killed me
YOU ARE READING
Lifeless
PoetryWhen you have depression, you feel like you're drowning. These are my feelings, conjured up into poems.
