Burning like fire, like flames on my skin,
I finally gave up, I let my demons win.
I know that I should've put up more of a fight,
Fake a smile in the day, try to sleep in the night.
But at night I'm alone, alone in my head.
My silent tears dripping beneath the bed.
Beneath the bed, where demons whisper my fears,
So quietly, only I can hear,
I lay there alone, thinking words never said,
Filled with the overwhelming feeling,
Of wanting to be dead.
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The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
