🌟Soul Words🌟

☠ D e m o n s ☠

Damn it.

I can't write, my words are dull.

I try every night, everyday, everytime.

All I can hear are the voices telling me what I am.

The voices I shut out, they scream, rattling my fingers to a stop.

I have to stop writing.

It's not good for me.

How did my first cure become my worst nightmare?

Silent screams are the words I want to write,

Instead, my silent screams turn into silent cries.

I long for my words to be my weapon, my sword.

At the moment, my words are nothing but my demons.

My pen is nothing but a blade across my skin,

That I stop from doing because pain only tires me.

So I stay awake, hearing the same voices.

They say I'm boring them,

They say my words mean nothing.

They say my feelings are made-up.

They say I'm pretending to be sad.

Why do I cry then?

Are my tears just plastic pearls?

Are you, demons, a figment of my imagination?

Alive in my mind, the source to my destruction?

-LovableConundrum
°○°○4/10/2018°○°○10:55 a.m °○°○

edited: 7/7/2019