I have demons
I see them when I close my eyes
And I try to plug my ears
But I still hear their screams at night
I hear them whisper
Whisper my name
They bring back memories
That I tried so hard to push away
They beat and cut me
They leave scares you can't see
I pray they'll stop
Please just let me be!
Torn and broken
That's what you don't see
I'm sad to say
That's all that's left of me
I can't bare the silence
Not anymore
To many memories
Come knocking at my door
Words spoken
Hanging in the air
Forever open
Forever there
These memories
Trapped in my head
All of them
Wish me dead
Sometimes I want
To obey their wishes
Although each time
The bullet misses
YOU ARE READING
The broken, are the brilliant
PoesíaThese are my thoughts and poems. I don't know where they come from, they just seem to fall out of me. (Photography mine as well)
