Do I matter
When I break down and shatter
I'm okay I say
But that's only through the day
Whenever it's night
The demons come into sight
With such a fright
I try to put up a fight
The demons win
And cut through my skin
With a shiny blade
As I start to fade
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poems
PoesíaJust some poems that I came up with They're not that good or deep or anything just simple things I write at night to calm myself
