Hear the whisper of the demon in my head,
Holding onto me, not letting me go.
The demon throws blanket of fear and sadness at me,
Slowly, I watch them be part of me as it grow.
Fear, starts to build up. As sadness destroy my joy.
Now, it became piece of me that can't be destroyed.
Attached to me, threatening to take my soul
Throwing shades and leaving me feel void.
Following me everywhere like a shadow,
Watching me wherever I go, to make sure I never get happy.
Everyday becomes a challenge,
Like walking on a million needle, makes you feel crappy.
Its an everyday cloth I wear now,
Wearing the pain was arduous.
Now I'm used to it
Its my everyday tortuous.
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
