Demon

There's a demon in my head and it's finally figured out how to turn my skin transparent and show itself. It escapes through the blank stares in my eyes and as much as I try I can't stop it from venting through my teeth with whatever air is left in my lungs. It's slowly killing me and making my blood toxic. The word bipolar can put fear in your heart

Because you’ll never know when it will start.

Also known as manic depression and it can become A lifelong obsession. Wondering when the next bout of fear will enter you & if you know just what to do. Its like the devil trying to take your soul & it becomes a battle of control. Most times in order for you to live you must take the meds that they give. Knowing you could be abundantly stronger than this.Yet fluctuation compels you to cower in distress. 'Why can't I be normal?'

You questioned this in your head everyday

Fragments that made you elated dissipates-

Every time you tried to defeat yourself

Falling again & again

You’re afraid of losing your conscience-

Into the abyss that kept drawing you in

You conjure up notions of ingenuity 

Just to rupture it repetitively 

Is this who you really are?

Is this what you really wanted?

To infinitely hate yourself?

-GG

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