No one else can see it
the caged demon that follows me
tormenting my mind and flesh
and leaving me forever stained by its dark essence.
It lives behind a rusted door
locked in a prison with no escape
a beautiful creature
with bad intentions.
It wears my face
full of despair
keeping track of long lost days
waiting to take over my agonized soul
Screams echo through a vacant room
wanting a way out of this paralyzing world
Hope is slipping through my hands
and I grow weary from a daily fight
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
