Another sleepless night you have taken from me.
Stolen. Along with my heart; I cannot be set free.
Why does it continue to happen - the thoughts, that flood my head.
As I lay awake and restless in my bed,
I remember the honeyed lies you fed me,
Sweet poison to my ears.
But now you have finished serving your bitter sweet lies
And the aftertaste is sour, as I lay here unable to close my eyes
Another sleepless night you have taken from me.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
The demons come from within, she said.
The voices, all of them, the ones inside your head.
They come when you are at your lowest, most unable to fight,
And they'll continue to torment you, into the depths of the night.
"You'll do it to yourself" she warned,
"You'll think yourself to death".
Well maybe death is the only peace.
From demons inside my head.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
I am not crazy,
Though the voices inside my head would prove other wise,
I am not lazy,
Though I would rather stay indoors than go outside,
I am not sad,
Even though I can easily think myself into depression,
I am not mad,
Even though your cruel words can are a constant suppression
I am just me.
A teenager growing up.
Wishing, I had that extra bit of luck.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC