Short Poems

My Demons

Screaming
And drowning
In a flood of tears.
Doors locked,
And scratch marks slide down the door
In a long streak.
Blood is dripping from the window seals,
Blood flows out of their eyes.
They are crying blood.
Blood is the thing we use to live,
So if we lose our blood,
Maybe we will die.
The cuts are getting deeper in the skin,
The flesh is rotting.
Their bodies are getting thinner.
They want you.
I want you.
The inner demons
Are killing me slowly.
But your words cut deeper then the knife.
Their blade is much sharper
Than the one I use upon myself.
God,
The blade was once my friend,
Now it is the goddamn enemy.
Babe,
Where the hell did you go?
I'm being killed every fucking day.
Help me!
They are killing me!
The words people say,
Shouldn't bother me...
But they do,
They fill me with insecurities,
And doubts,
And make me wonder if you love me...
Then I can't find you,
As if I lost you.
Don't leave me devasted.
Babe,
The blood is dripping,
It is becoming darker and darker.
The people I know,
Are falling down all around me,
They all are dying...
Is it my fault?
Their spirits are just disappearing.
In a world
That didn't accept me,
You came in,
But God,
What will I do when I lose you?
I hate missing you,
I hate needing you,
But I love you.
With all of me,
And if you leave me...
I don't know what I'd do.
...
All I can say,
Is...
The blood is still flowing out of the cuts,
The blood still comes out of their eyes,
Their nails scratch the doors,
Blood pours out of their cuticles.
Their ribs are showing,
Their structures
Are becoming so fragile,
And I don't know how to save them.
Please help me...
And don't leave me
To my demons.