Every time I fade into black
I feel like I'm being stabbed in the back
By everything that I lack
Eaten alive by my demons
At night I swear I can hear them
And they cause me so much pain
These people, they call me insane
Yet every time I fade into white,
I start to lose sight
Feeling tired
I'm losing my desire
-To find happiness
I don't remember what my reason to live is
Constantly being blinded
Can barely open my eyelids
Scared of what I did
Because that white light
It's not a beacon of hope
Instead, it's just a facade so the demons don't show
They lure me in saying that my future is bright
When they just want me to quit
And give up the fight
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated Bliss
Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??
