My Demons haunt me while I sleep.
My demons come and invade my dreams.
The taunt me, ruin me, and make me want to die.
If I didn't say they scared me, I'd be telling a lie.
My demons are my past as much as they are my now
I defeat them sometimes, but other times I forget how.
My demons are treacherous and make me weary.
They laugh at me when my eyes are all teary.
I hate my demons more than anything in the world
They poison my mind and make my head swirled.
They drown me in sin and leave me to die.
I have to keep faith in God, I have to always try.
But they eventually get to me, and then I'm never the same.
In response, they all just laugh as if it's all a game.
My demons haunt me when it's dark
My demons hurt me, they leave marks.
I'm honestly scared
And a little impaired.
I'm getting to a point where I don't want to fight.
I just want this to be over, to be in the light.
My demons, until I die, will never go away
My demons have come, and have come to say
"There's nothing you can do. We're here to stay"
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Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
