6 months ago500+ Views
Scratching at my thoughts, little demons with little claws
I believed I was strong because you said I was
But I am nothing, less than nothing
Background noise against the clatter of the world
I'm so sorry you can't see
This heart that suffers silent
The pain inside of me
Such storms within are violent
Battering on the doors of my soul
Unceasing barrage of doubt and dread
Never knowing when the calm will fall
And the world will forget all I've said

1 comment
Great poem!!
6 months ago·Reply
Thank you!
6 months ago