Demons

The evil in my head speaks

It yells at me daily

I pound at my head

I yell back…

I cry out at night for them to leave

They talk and talk

Through day light and dark nights it never ending

I wish for peace…

I wish for quite…

I wish for no thoughts…

I wish for no demons…

I pull at my hair hoping they will leave

I feel like my head is on fire

Or

Maybe my head could explode

I used to not have demons…

I used to be normal…

I used to be happy…

I used to have so many dreams...

Now I can don’t know if I can get out of bed

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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