Demons don't live under my bed,
They scream inside of my head.
Everyday and every night,
They put up a huge fight.
Just to make me feel alone,
The hate has surely grown.
Inside of me, deep down,
Trying there very best to drown.
Drown me in my thoughts and fears,
Producing forever painful tears.
I do not hide but no-one sees,
I’m begging you, I say please.
Open your eyes and notice this,
Those little things I do so miss.
The pain inside of me growing,
Those inner tears always flowing.
Those little demons who captured my mind,
They have me weak, hurt and blind.
Locked within my own being,
Where a poor lost soul needs freeing.
The future may bring much luck to me,
But until then, my demons will stay true to thee.
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Author:
Hannah Kay (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2017 21:36
- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of my favourite poems Ive written because it shows that I have struggled, and Ive had bad days and how I do suffer with a mental health but it also shows that I am fighting and finding ways to beat it.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Let the words flow freely. They'll give you strength and freedom. Those demons will flee forever, once you exposé them to the light. Poetry is light. It is freedom. It is life. No one can take this away from you. Ever.
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Even though we all have demons, we all have our own ways of fighting and coping with them. Great poem, and i hope you are finding your own way through this dark path. I am sure you are.
Thankyou
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