The Poetry Of a Young Teenager

As time passes by

I'm sad,
I'm anxious,
I'm depressed.
3:23 am,
my demons keep playing with my head.
Hidden Pride runs through my veins,
With the hope of shining bright one day.
3:25 am,
My demons seem to play once again.
Reminding me of how much I've changed.
How much time I waste.
3:27 am,
My Demons bring her back.
What a beautiful smile she had.
They remind me the smell of roses she used to have.
3:30 am,
My eyes are starting to burn.
Just as I'm about to let them rest,
My demons brought him back.
3:31 am,
He's smile kept me alive.
His eyes showed how broken he was.
3:33 am,
His demons became mines
3:35 am,
The God they talked about once upon a time,
Appears to be closed for the night.
Not taking calls or messages at this time.
3:37 am,
Well that was a waist of time.
I'll hang up the call.
3:39 am,
...
3:40 am,
I'm sad,
I'm anxious,
I'm depressed.
3:44 am,
A broken Rainbow flows through my veins.
3:45 am,
...
3:46 am,
Demons invite me to play along.
I'm too tired to play.
3:50 am,
Sleep well,
Sleep tight,
Tomorrow will probably hurt as much as it did tonight.