my D E M O N S

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LECTURAS 249
Votos 33
Partes 11
Hora <5 mins

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Hear! Can't you hear? My demons are screaming.
See! Can't you see? My demons are killing. 
They are killing me. 
These Demons are my thoughts.

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Pain. Agonizing pain. That's all I feel. Voices. Whispering voices. That's all I hear. I hear them over and over inside of my head. I can't escape. I can't fight back. This is my life. This is my story. And if you can give me your time, I'll tell it to you. *Warning: contains themes of selfharm and mental disorders **Completed as of 7/30/18

"Sometimes I just want it to end, nothing can stop that thought. " but that's what I said years ago and the thought never ended, it just grew. I don't think I want help anymore, unless you're the grim reaper. if you see him, tell him I've been waiting.

When I Can't Do Anything Else de Dreamwald

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

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"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." By M.E./ Viklaw and T.L./ Shyama_Ismae.

Words of Silence | Poetry / Rants de Kiyoko_Shimizu_

Just my thoughts Be aware of trigger warnings Waiting for the end, Are you? - so am I

Prisoners of the Facilities de pastel_temptations

Must break free.. can't do this anymore.. this torture must stop.. help me.. please.. But no one came.. no ever came to help me.. It's time I learn to help myself..

Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

"Do you know what it's like to think these thoughts?" I was in agony over them, but there seemed to be no way to silence their sounds. I was trapped by myself even when surrounded by others. You calmed their screams when you answered in the strangest way, "I can hear them too." ... Can You Hear Them Too? is a series of short stories based on common mental illnesses and the struggles endured by the individuals that are haunted with their manifestation.

Where the bluebirds aren't (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}} de lunapup1

Keep it in, Don't let them win. See the light, Even in the night. There's demons - yes, we know - But we can't let it show. So keep it quiet, except for here, And know that maybe help is near. Here they'll listen without seeing, Here you can speak without being. Mostly depressing. This is my creative outlet. Everything I write is straight from my head. Please don't copy anything! Thank you so much for 2K reads! Read my second poetry book, "misty."

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Voices in My Head

Pain. Agonizing pain. That's all I feel. Voices. Whispering voices. That's all I hear. I hear them over and over inside of my head. I can't escape. I can't fight back. This is my life. This is my story. And if you can give me your time, I'll tell it to you. *Warning: contains themes of selfharm and mental disorders **Completed as of 7/30/18

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