Darkness strive in the middle of the night
Nightmares appear in silent thought
Scared to go back into the battle u were giving up on
U thought u were getting better but it was only getting worse
Tryna keep on going but don’t have a reason too
Here u are back again fighting the battle that u once had
Wish the night never came
Cuz in the shiniest moments ur smiling and laughing having ur fun
But when night comes u feel like u wanna die
Self harming was a choice u took not a decision
There’s no point in fighting a battle u know u won’t win
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Author:
Chris M (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2025 03:12
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A sad and touching write which a lot of people will relate to, during the day we wear the mask and pretend it's all alright, but when the night comes we battle with our demons, nicely expressed
Full of melancholy this poem and sadness where we must carry ourselves with a brighter face. No tears allowed until night . Nicely done
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