The lonely hour
My soul is devoured
By the demon called depression
And feeling neglected.
Music feels up my ears
I am in the brink of tears.
I am filled with fear
Everytime the daytime is near.
Sleep fails me
Nobody can save me
Nobody understands how I feel.
Therapy.
They say the same thing.
"You will be okay."
That's truly upsetting.
They don't realize sometimes how they are so unsettling.
They say things yet don't understand it.
Even my friends don't realize how much I hate them,
For saying things that hurt.
They don't ever wanna learn.
My heart burns.
My heart burns,
My body yearns,
For moment of normalcy.
Without the hollow feeling in my soul.
My mind breaking my heart with the words people used to taunt me with.
"You are useless!"
"You are pathetic!"
"You will never made it in life."
"I don't know how you survived."
My smile isn't as bright
As it was when I was young.
I just wanted to have fun
But now my broken soul is constantly feeling low.
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The Demon's Feast
PoetryThese are my pieces, some bad experiences in life written. Excuse me for making you cry, that was my intention. I hope these pieces not only make you cry, but help you through the tough times in your life . TW : abuse, sexual harassment, drugs, ment...
