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If my depression, my inner demons were physical, then I could fight them                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             If they were something standing right in front of me, instead of living in the darkest corners of my mind, slinking in the overpopulation of shadows                                                                                                                                                                               Then I could make them feel the pain they've put me through all these years.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  If only... it doesn't matter, we are together forevermore. Stuck with The Grey, stuck with myself
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
If It Were Another
If my depression, my inner demons were physical, then I could fight them                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             If they were something standing right in front of me, instead of living in the darkest corners of my mind, slinking in the overpopulation of shadows                                                                                                                                                                               Then I could make them feel the pain they've put me through all these years.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  If only... it doesn't matter, we are together forevermore. Stuck with The Grey, stuck with myself
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
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