Please don't make me go to sleep.
I've fallen long enough.
Too deep.
The monsters chasing,
The witches laughing and the wind blazing.
The raven black color spreads throughout my room.
Adults don't understand, it's the color of doom.
My nightmares are often, they won't go.
But like the monsters said; Adults won't have to know.
My lids feel like lead, falling down.
As I try to keep them open,
My lips form into a frown.
Once I drift into sleep,
I am in too deep.
The demons came back.
They'll never give me some slack.
YOU ARE READING
edgy poems lmao
PoetryHonestly sometimes I feel way too depressed and edgy and anxious so here. Have my problems
