I got this feeling deep inside,
Not sadness or hatred, not even pride,
A blank spot on a map,
Where something used to be,
Every time I think about it,
My head begins to hurt.
My eyes fill with tears;
These are the silent screams that nobody hears,
Clutching my pillow tightly,
I let it all out again.
There's no use trying to flee,
It's just the demons and me.
They come late at night,
Flooding my mind,
Shredding my soul,
And I wonder will I ever be whole?
Like a song left on loop,
I relive the same moment,
Each and every night,
It's not fair; it's just not right,
Blessed with 23 years of life,
The last 15 have all revolved around one day,
That will never let me be,
But that's just the demons and me.
Lifelong Struggle Due To Traumatic Experience Poem
You are special. Yes, there always is someone to help you, but you are special. You are one who cannot be replaced. I may not know you, but I know when people feel unhappy or on the very last...
The Demons And Me
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2010 with permission of the Author.
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You are special. Yes, there always is someone to help you, but you are special. You are one who cannot be replaced. I may not know you, but I know when people feel unhappy or on the very last edge, it just takes a push, but everyone is special. Unique. No one can be replaced. When someone dies, you can't get another person like them. It's a bad world, but somewhere, everyone has courage to live.