demons in Depression
- March 7, 2015, 3:25 p.m.
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My mind is a place where demons thrive.
The darkness comforts them
Let’s them feel as though they can speak
They don’t realise that when they speak they’re hurting me
Their thoughts are what my nightmares are filled with
Their words are what is slowly killing my soul
My will to live
But what I soon realise is that these demons look familiar
They all look like me
People don’t realise that death isn’t just something that happens when we die
But something that happens when our thoughts have become demons
Because we are too afraid to think it ourselves
So we create demons that will think it for us.
So that just came out when I decided to write an entry. I’m not even sure if it could be classed as a poem because it doesn’t even make sense but it felt right so I’m gonna keep it
LoveSuicide ⋅ March 07, 2015
Rarely does poetry make sense, I find.. it's all about the personal expression of the writer which this clearly illustrates quite well.
Demons exist in more than just the hearts and minds of little children.They are our own worst enemy -- ourselves.