These Demons are of a different kind
Then the ones out in the world
These Demons exist inside, in my mind
There's no possible way!
You can't do it in a day!
Despair
It weighs heavily in the air
It whispers that I can't do it
I can't go through with it
You'll fail!
Depair begins to wail
You're never good enough!
Despair says when I'm in the rough
I don't want to believe
But fighting gives no reprieve
Against these goals I cannot achieve
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Inner Silence
PoesíaThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.
