The Cause Of Demons~
Everything breaks
Nothing's repaired
Even if it is
It's not the same
People break others
Leaving them broken
They don't care?
Well someone has to
Otherwise they won't be mended
They won't feel loved
They won't feel wanted
They'll feel useless
Like they're a mistake
They'll put they're self down
Skip their next meal
They'll ask for a escape
But what do they get?
What do they gain?
They get hurt more
They gain demons
And these demons?
They hurt them worse
Causing them to breakdown,
Making them hate they're self,
Making them wish for death.
They start to listen to their demons
Doing what they say.
They'll ignore food
They'll cut
They'll shut others out
All because the demons told them to
But then there comes the day,
The day the demons push them over the limit
Causing them to end it
To leave this world.
The demons succeed at this,
Moving to the next victim.
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A Dying Flower
PoetryThese poems were written in my dark times of 2015. I did not want to see the next day, or face people who were suppose to be friends and family. Since then, I have become a mother at a young age and found peace in my trauma. If you would've told me...
