Spent all day crying,
overwhelmed without a reason,
can’t control my feelings.
My heart beats faster as minutes pass,
struggling to breathe,
but I have to push through.
It feels like something dark inside—
an evil spirit I can’t escape.
I am unreachable,
dragged beneath.
I’m so tired,
fall apart twice a day,
made from a broken mold.
Always alone,
even when surrounded by those I know.
Questioning why I exist,
worthless,
hopeless.
I live with people
who don’t know I exist.
I don’t want to be me anymore,
my heart is breaking under the weight of pain.
I wonder—does anyone hear me?
No one gets past arm’s length.
Am I a demon in disguise?
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I know the feeling everyday, well expressed and written love it!
thank you so much glad you like it 🙂
Your welcome!!
Your not a demon just a normal person, feeling at the overwhelmed with life as many will relate to, nicely expressed and written write
A poem of being lost in identity and image and the need for that existential search for meaning.
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