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Demons of Night

In the darkness of night

I wonder if it’s all worth it.

The thoughts pounding in my head

Am I worth it?

Wouldn’t it be better if I was gone?

I’ll never amount to anything

 

In the darkness of night

I wonder why I’m still here.

Nothing to look forward to

Where’s the motivation to keep going?

What is there to live for?

I have nothing keeping me here

 

In the darkness of night

I wonder if anyone would care.

Friendless

Never making lasting impressions

When has anyone put me first?

No one listens to what I have to say

 

In the darkness of night

I wonder if it’s the oppressing stillness.

Or are the demons whispering in my ear?

Some say it’s just a chemical imbalance

But in the silence, they come from inside

Whispers of never being enough

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Written by
dev-a
28 / F / American
Published
May 31, 2018
Lines·Words
24·140
Tags
#depression#life#end#suicidalthoughts#sucide#darkness#night#demons
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