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Through my mind the demons run wild
Creatures of the night that croon, "Come here child"

I scream and attempt to run
But they catch me as the sea swallows the sun

And even as the sun bleeds red
I know the demons aren't yet fully fed

They greedily swallow my happiness
Gorging on my soul with demented bliss

And when they leave me at last
I wonder if my happiness was just a relic of the past

Only this morning a smile was spread across my face
How did I end up stranded in this bleak place?

My eyes have begun to rust
My laugh sits unused, gathering dust

And even as I drift off to sleep
I feel another tear sliding down my cheek
Sometimes I'll be fine all day, and then as soon as I turn off the light and get into bed, I'll just start crying. Usually during the day when I'm at school, if I feel like I want to cry, I push it down. Then later, when I'm alone, I can't hold it in anymore. I don't know. I was reading some stuff I wrote in an old journal a while a go and it inspired me to write a poem. I wrote, "I'm scared of the monsters that slither through my mind, devouring happiness and corrupting my thoughts with darkness and blood." I suppose the monsters and demons are a metaphor for depression. I've dealt with that a lot. I've had it on and off since the 4th grade. I guess I was bullied a lot in elementary school. Not beat up- made fun of and purposefully excluded. I never really felt like I fit in. I was always "that weird kid who read during recess." But I suppose I'm going on a tangent. Anyways, this poem has a very personal meaning for me, so please don't criticize it. I think it turned out pretty good, and sorry if it's depressing, but this subject matter isn't exactly happy. If you are happy, I congratulate you, and if you are sad or depressed, I am sorry. I know how you fee, if that makes you feel better. And I'm sure there's someone who loves you and cares about you, even if it doesn't seem like it right now. So if right now you feel depressed and no one knows, tell someone who cares about you. Not telling someone is worse. Trust me, I know.
Supach Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Such a good poem. I wish  you peace of mind :hug:
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