My life is broken
My life is not the greatest
My life is not sure

I have to fight it
I make do with what I have
I do not have much

I walk up the steps
To eternal happiness
I tripped going up

I fall down slowly
And then I start to speed up
I am dead at last

I try to survive with a knife.
It cuts the flesh so deep.
What is left of my life?

The handle is warm to the touch.
It feels so very cheap.
Not that that's very much.

The blade shines in the night.
It's coming to reap.
I'm about to see my last light.

Alone in the valley
In the pitch black night
I see all the stars
Twinkling so bright

Alone in a forest
Trees sway in the breeze
I see my cold breath
Starting to freeze

Alone in the arctic
Snow shines in the night
I see lips turn blue
Getting frostbite

Alone in a coffin
Alone in my head
Alone in my mind
Alone when I'm dead

Am I not good enough for you?
How can I make myself better?

Is it because I shove my face in a book
Recreating my reality

Or is it because I don't have friends
Because no one wants to be around me

I'm so sorry I have medical ailments
Preventing me from doing anything

Maybe I should stop waiting
And just give up on all humanity

Look towards the Bright Spot
No matter how small
There is always a Bright Spot
For it will always call

The Darkness may seem tempting
I know it very well
Darkness seems like a blessing
You may fall under its spell

Ignore the name calling
Ignore the fights
Don't start bawling
Don't turn off those lights

Move towards the Bright Spot
So you can do you
Find that one Bright Spot
And that's the best you, you can do

Sometimes I wonder
If I should just commit

Should I use a knife?
String up a rope?

What am I supposed to do?
I just can't live like this anymore.

I've tried again and again.
Nothing is working.

So, help me understand
What am I to do?

I feel him
pulsing in my brain
Not even trying to refrain
from taking over

He whispers thoughts
into my ears
Twisting all of the gears
inside my mind

I can't fight him
I'm just too weak
I can't even speak
the words that need to be said

My arm starts to move
In my hand is a knife
Striving to end the life
I never once had

The knife moves slowly
pressing against my skin
I feel him start to grin
as his victory is close

The cold presses in
around my body
The Demon laughs
as my light begins to dim

I have demons in my head
They try to tell me what to do
I have demons in my head
Do you have them, too?

There are demons all around
They push me this way and that
There are demons all around
With a sound of a fluttering bat.

I see demons everywhere I look
Why are they following me?
Where am I?
Why aren't I free?

I look upon myself in a mirror
And see a demon smiling back

You cannot get rid of me
You are the **** beneath my feet
I own you
For I cannot get beat

I am your darkest thoughts
I am your shadow
I am your demons
I am your crow

I will haunt you through the night
Insomnia will be your friend
I will be the hand that guides you
To your eternal end

Some people may know it
As a day to spread love
But I only know it
As a day to be alone

I sit in my room
Wrapped in a blanket
I cry myself to sleep
Always forever alone

So Happy Depression Day
A day to be alone
This isn't Valentine's Day
So just stay at home

Do you know what it's like?
To be left for the dead?
The nightmares strike
All in my head.

Do you know what it's like?
When my heart slows down?
Stabbed with a pike
I feel so drowned.

Do you know what it's like?
To be buried alive?
Here comes the shrike
He starts to arrive.

Do you know what it's like?
When death comes?

I drew with silver
and it came out red
I drew with black
and it came out dead

I draw a knife
and someone got stabbed
I draw a gun
and someone got bagged

I drew with red
on top of the silver
I drew dead
when I looked in the mirror

Drifting Away
In a pit of despair
He folds himself up
Waiting for repair

Darkness comes
And Darkness goes
Time passes
And the wind blows

The rope is ready
My hands are steady
The knife is sharp
As it cuts through his heart

What is a friend
but a simple tool?
What  is a friend
but a simple fool?

I've had friends before
they didn't last long
Now I have no friends
I'm singing the wrong song

You will get used to it
when you have no friends
Depression comes
and happiness ends

You tie the rope
around your neck
You kick the chair
and become a complete wreck

GET OUT OF MY HEAD
I will always love you
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
There is nothing you can do

GET OUT OF MY HEAD
Give up already
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
Your breathing's unsteady

GET OUT OF MY HEAD
You cannot get rid of me
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
When will you see

GET OUT OF MY HEAD
There's no life for you out there
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
Come stay with me here

GET OUT
You are mine
G. . .

Guys, I need help.
I've got serious writer block
I can't think of any words
My brain feels like a rock.

Guys, I need help.
I've got serious art block
My imagination is lacking
My brain needs a little shock.

I can't think of what to do
I'm banging my head against a wall
Nothing is coming to mind
I'm gonna start to bawl

Guys, please help.

I'm hearing it in my head
He will not let me go
I'm going to be dead
Before I even glow

Get out of my mind
I do not want to hear
There's nothing to find
You're not wanted here

My hand raises before me
Holding a ****** knife
I kneel down before He
And I take my own life

He smiled
I'm dying inside
I laughed
I've got nowhere to hide
He waved
Oh let this be a dream
I hugged
You make me want to scream
He kissed
I'm seeing flashes of red
I stabbed
And he fell to the floor dead

He smiled
I laughed
He waved
I hugged
He kissed
I stabbed

I'm dying inside
I've got nowhere to hide
Oh let this be a dream
You make me want to scream
I'm seeing flashes of red
And he fell to the floor dead

He waits in the night
Such a glorious sight
With fingers like claws
And a crow that caws

He waits in the day
So he'll be at bay
With hair like the void
That no one can avoid.

He waits in the moon
It'll be over soon
With eyes like coal
That will rot your soul

He waits in the sun
It's almost done
With wings like fire
That suits his attire

He waits in the night
Such a glorious sight
As he goes by
You all will die

He waits in the night
Such a glorious sight
With fingers like claws
And a crow that caws

He waits in the day
So he'll be at bay
With hair like the void
That no one can avoid.

He waits in the moon
It'll be over soon
With eyes like coal
That will rot your soul

He waits in the sun
It's almost done
With wings like fire
That suits his attire

He waits in the night
Such a glorious sight
As he goes by
You all will die

I wonder what it's like
to be at home
I wonder what it's like
to break a bone
I wonder what it's like
to hear them moan
I wonder what it's like
to die alone

Life isn't fair
deal with that fact
It isn't about your hair
and it's not about a pact

My words may be viewed as wrong
and they may be viewed as right
I'll keep saying them as long
as we make it through the night

Who is the good guy
when what everyone thinks is good
Everyone has to lie
so everything is misunderstood

Breakups happen
deal with it
The soul might start to blacken
but you just can't quit

People die
people live
People cry
and people forgive

Life isn't fair
deal with that fact
it isn't about your hair
and it's not about a pact

This poem has no meaning
It's literally a bunch of words
I don't mean to sound demeaning
I'm not going for any awards

The title is wacky
The lines rhyme
None of this makes sense
I'm wasting your time

Words jumble and mix
Put in no certain order
I don't think I can fix
Any of this disorder

Help me please
I'm running out
of lines

Oh look
It's breaking
Guess I'll
close it

The End?

I will always love you
There is nothing you can do

Give up already
Your breathing's unsteady

You cannot get rid of me
When will you see

There's no life for you out there
Come stay with me here

You are mine

Missing you dearly
Wishing you the best
Reminiscing yearly
Keeping you blessed

This Man
He told me I could fly
This Man
Said I wouldn't die

That Woman
She told me I could soar
That Woman
Said I wasn't more

The Son
He bawled out his eyes
The Son
Said he always cries

The Baby
He always wails
The Baby
Said 'Keep me from these tales'

The Daughter
She bled at her arms
The Daughter
Said 'Keep me from these harms'

The Daughter
She tied a rope around her neck
The Daughter
Said 'I am a wreck'

I kicked the chair
And I swung in the air.

You're right there
I can feel you
But you keep sneaking away
Out of my reach

My fingers brush against you
Feeling your silkiness
But again you move
Out of my reach

My pencil's in my hand
A paper is in front of me
I can feel your presence
Just out of my reach

Come closer to me
So I can hold you against me
But I cannot embrace you
Because you are out of my reach

I love to read
That is a fact
So I’m going to proceed
And get back on track

Re-creating reality
I don't know what is wrong with me
Something real bad is happening
It's the start of calamity

The knife is sharp against my skin
I feel the pressure bubbling thin
My head begins to spin
A demon tries hard to break in

The cuts are deep inside my flesh
The blood is boiling red and fresh
There is no time left to refresh

Yet.
The ending is not so immense

Sing for me little bird. And make it a glorious tune.

Oh the harmonies you'll sing! The dances you'll make!
The wondrous art you'll paint on the floors! Can't you just follow in its wake?

I'll hang you up, for all spectators to see.
Next to my other works, is right where you'll be.

You'll shine in the spotlight! You'll steal the show!
Wouldn't you like that? If I stole your soul?

You'll sing the song, and I'll play the instrument!
You'll sing NOW. Before your life is spent!!!

I spilled ink on the floor
I didn't mean to
But it spilled some more
It flowed like a dark goo

The ink shimmered
In the light
I stared at the puddle, bewildered
I must've mistaken my sight

The pen in my hand
Was covered in ink
It created a brand
That was gone within a blink

I closed my eyes
Dropped the pen
And fell into eternal darkness

I spilled ink on the floor
I didn't mean to
But it spilled some more
It flowed like a dark goo

The ink shimmered
In the light
I stared at the puddle, bewildered
I must've mistaken my sight

The pen in my hand
Was covered in ink
It created a brand
That was gone within a blink

I closed my eyes
Dropped the pen
And fell into eternal darkness

A poem is a piece of writing
Partakes of the nature of speech
The rhyming is exciting
Metaphorical and Melodious each

Exhibits formal elements
Keeps the beat of a Meter
Climbing to the time of Rhyme
And keeps the stanzaic structure.

The little boy
lived in a home
The little boy
felt all alone

The little boy
went to school
The little boy
he felt so cool

The little boy
fell down the stairs
The little boy
has no one who cares

The little boy
scratches his arms
The little boy
always gets harms

The little boy
strung up a rope
The little boy
has given up hope

The little boy
hung from side to side
The little boy
is now no more

The little boy
lived in a home
The little boy
felt all alone

The little boy
went to school
The little boy
he felt so cool

The little boy
fell down the stairs
The little boy
has no one who cares

The little boy
scratches his arms
The little boy
always gets harms

The little boy
strung up a rope
The little boy
has given up hope

The little boy
hung from side to side
The little boy
is now no more

I am the dark, and I’m always the might,
I am the monster that lurks in your head,
I am the monster that waits in the night,
I’ll make you pray to God that you’re not dead.

You are too small, you are not strong enough,
I will devour and gobble you all up,
You cannot get past me, I am too tough,
Before you know it, your time will be up.

I am the fears that haunt you through the night,
I am the shadows that hide in your walls,
I will crush you before you see the light,
I will see to it that you always fall.

I am the monster that lurks in your head,
As always, you know it, you will be dead.

With a great and furious roar
that no one can ignore
he beats his wings
as he prepares to fly
where everyone will die

The swords will crash and crattle
as the men suit up for battle
They draw their swords
as they prepare to die
where dragons will fly

He runs in the forest of trees
all fours hitting the ground.
In the trees that sway in the breeze
his feet are the only sound.

The moon shines high above
with a light that shines below
A howl that's completely unheard of
signals the start of the show.

He runs wild in the brush
as he sniffs out his prey
He keeps running fast in a rush
for it is almost day.

Fur the color of ash
Eyes the color of amber
****** teeth that continue to bash
on the carcass that continues to clamber.

This poem is untitled
Why?
Because it can be

What is a title
But a fancy name?
That's what she said

I go by Kasper
But my name is unknown
Just like where Elsa goes

This poem is very bad
I'm stating what's on my mind
I don't know what to do

So no harsh feelings?
Pretty please?
I'll just make this the end

Mate
Checked my weight.
Wait-

Is this how it goes?
Are there no bounds?
Everyone knows
There’s always more.

But what can one do?
I’m not a magician
I’m just slightly askew.

I’m doing this wrong
Is it this long?

Well how about this?

No

That can’t be right.

Hey Siri:
What is a poem?
I’m getting dreary.

A poem is a piece of writing
Partakes of the nature of speech
The rhyming is exciting
Metaphorical and Melodious each

Exhibits formal elements
Keeps the beat of a Meter
Climbing to the time of Rhyme
And keeps the stanzaic structure.

Now I get it
I feel so dumb
I had a fit
Over something so um
Simple

I can write a poem in a really long sentence.

Or a short sentence.

It doesn’t matter
What I do
As long as I chatter
My meaning to you

What I see
Is what you'll be.
A ******* hole
Swallowed from below.

What I see
Is who you'll be.
A great big demon
In a world you'll reign in.

What I see
Is where you'll be.
A place called hell
So prepare the bell.

What I see
Is when you'll be
Removed from memory
To face your treachery.