Sometimes I can't sleep at night.
I always feel like cameras are in my room,
Watching me.
All I can see and hear is the pain I feel and the mistakes I have made.
Then I see in a corner of my room,
A devil veirson of me.
I can hear her as if she is speaking out loud.
But the mouth is not moving.
All she ever says is horrible things about all the ways this pain could end.
I try not to listen but it's so hard.
No one else gets it.
What she says or how bad she gets.
How she eats me away so she is in control.
She rules over me.
No matter how hard I try.
To get out of her grasp.
All the pills I take to try to get her out.
Nothing works.
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The Darkest Corner Of The Mind
Thơ caPoems that I feel that everyone in a dark place or have been in a dark place can relate too. To depression, to telling your younger self to change it's way so it doesn't end up like you. If you have any recommendations to how I could improve it then...
