My dreams, they mock me by showing me how alone I am.
How scared I am.
How confused I am.
How angry I am.
My demons, they haunt me.
They're always there.
They won't leave.
So I must distract myself.
But these distractions will only end up becoming another sound hanging around in the air.
My demons they're back.
They haunt me when they see my power slip away.
Once I close my eyes they come rushing through my subconscious.
My subconscious use to be dead.
But now it's alive...in hell.
Hell is real.
I live in it.
Heaven I've never seen.
Will I ever?
No.
My demons will take me far.
Far into some dark abyss that will be called home.
I'm half way there.
I might not make it.
Thinking of that possibility comforts me.
It will finally be over.
I'll be able to rest.
Sleep without my demons haunting me.
*Hey, so I just want to tell you I have nightmares literally anytime I close my eyes. They're vague, but extremely discomforting. If I listen to music they don't haunt me, but like I said distractions don't last. Music is now a sound in the background. It becomes part of my dreams. Idk what to do. Everything is failing me. I've tried. I've given up. I tried again, and I want to give up. I think I have in a way. I'm not strong. I'm pathetic. And if I died what would happen?*
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My Mind.
PoetryNo one is quite fixable. We just need to find the beauty in our ugliness. That will be how we overcome this world.
