demons in Depression

My mind is a place where demons thrive.

The darkness comforts them

Let’s them feel as though they can speak

They don’t realise that when they speak they’re hurting me

Their thoughts are what my nightmares are filled with

Their words are what is slowly killing my soul

My will to live

But what I soon realise is that these demons look familiar

They all look like me

People don’t realise that death isn’t just something that happens when we die

But something that happens when our thoughts have become demons

Because we are too afraid to think it ourselves

So we create demons that will think it for us.

So that just came out when I decided to write an entry. I’m not even sure if it could be classed as a poem because it doesn’t even make sense but it felt right so I’m gonna keep it