How come the moon acts as demons wake up call?
Every night
I am visited by
The same three monsters
Loneliness
Depression
Anxiety
These monsters disturb me every night.
Every damn night
My thoughts erupt
I lay in bed
Staring into the darkness
As I think about how awful I am
And how many people have left me
And how many times I've fucked up
Now I begin to shake and cry
Breathing is hard
Anxiety has struck
I don't know what it is
About the dark
And my mind
But it's working against me
It's tearing me apart
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for Dark Souls
PoetryThis collection of poems has been gathered over the years. All of these are dark and lined with depression. I hope that one day, there will be no need to write such things, but for right now it's my outlet.
