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Dec 2020 · 375
Derrick Dec 2020
She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear,
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here.

They cut her heart
Right out of her chest,
Making her believe
That the demons knew best.

They were always there,
Sometimes just out of sight,
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right.

These demons were destructive,
Knocking down the life she knew,
Hating everything about her;
She hated herself, too.

These demons can't be seen,
But they're far from fairy tales.
They live inside your mind;
Their evilness prevails.

So on the bridge she stood,
About to end the fight.
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night.
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Dec 2020 · 79
Derrick Dec 2020
i'd look in the sky and than i cry
i don't know why but i want to die
even the sun looks better than me
when i'm depressed leave me lonely
i give up all the time i'm never satisfied
wishing someone would hold me outside
please, i hope the one will rid me goodbye
Dec 2020 · 56
Derrick Dec 2020
Every time I stare into my reflection
Blood starts to surface
I’m not one to be offended by rejection
But the reflection refuses my stance
I’d call myself an infection
The hairs on my neck start to dance.

I feel like an outcast from the world
I'm definitely there
But no one seems to care
Just because you can’t see me
It doesn’t mean i'm not there
I'm like the stars in the daylight
But you can see me clearly In the dark night
Isn’t it ironic the way I express
My mind feels blank but at the same time i'm a mess
Dec 2020 · 89
Derrick Dec 2020
that's all i hear that's all they say
maybe i will some fateful day
until then i'll make them stop
i'll **** them all till the voices drop
maybe you help maybe you don't
maybe i'll die maybe i won't
bye my friend this is my final note
than i will slit my throat
slit my wrists let them bleed
please never be filled with greed
my time runs short in ****** sheets
to my death throw in some sweets

— The End —