You're fighting everyday
just to survive.
You are fighting everyday in your mind.
But nobody can see.
Nobody knows cause nobody ask.
And you are killing yourself
several times in your mind.
You've died infinite times on your head.
At first, it is hard to pretend
that you're pretty fine.
Then you will get used to it.
Comfortably numb.
Even demons will stop hauting you.
When you can no longer be seduced
by their darkness.
It's your anxiety.
It's your misery.
It's your mind.
It's your demon.
You are fighting everyday.
YOU ARE READING
World Of Lies
PoetryWhen you're bleeding but no one ever noticed. When you're dying inside but everyone keeps on laughing hard at you. When the world wants to throw you up but you still ended being here. Mourning. Mourning in your own Grave. Mourning in your own Misery...
