Fighting

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Threw the cracks of perfection
Darkness creeps threw
her pail skin eyes blazing
As she creeps out
I struggle to hide
The demon inside
She's fast to get up
I don't let her sleep
Felt starving and cold
I hate waking up alone
I feel her taking control
She can't take control
I walk along the line between right and wrong
Shes creeping in like shadows during the day.
I have to leave while I can
Forgive me father but I sin
And please let my knife not affect my kin

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