My Demons
VILT
We all have our demons
Mine seem to speak...
“Corruption and love
Broken hearts and Jealousy”
We all claim to live
But yet we don’t truly see,
You grab your own throat
And scream that you cant breathe
We all see the pain
The happiness and truth,
We speak to ourselves
Locked away in our rooms
We all know its pointless
Prisoners to life,
The chains don’t come off
They tend to be more tight
We all take for granted
Never seeing eye to eye,
Everyone bats lashes
And some of us begin to cry...
We all feel the same
Shrapnel in our veins,
PTSD, Depression....
Its what we became...
We all know for a fact
That happiness is a myth,
Stop telling stories
“Go to bed you stupid kid”...
I always wondered
What it would be like,
If my dad never left
If my brother wouldn’t have died
If my conscience didn’t talk
I find it hard to realize
This is all just temporary
But its for such a long time!!!
We all bury demons
But what would be the point?
If Hell is for the wicked
They’ll just escape the void
Messing with our minds
As if they were little toys,
Then our hearts burst open
full of hatred, spilling joy...
We all can read a poem
But to feel it you need to breathe,
Let the Words take you over
Let the chains be released,
Sit back and think
“What actually makes me, me?”
Then you hear a deep voice
Say"this is all just a dream"
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