You don't know and I'll never tell.
If you look at me you'd never know what's really inside.
I may laugh and smile,
And you'll think I'm OK.
I may act sunny and bright,
But really I'm dying inside.
I'm sinking slowly into a deep dark trench.
I wish, begging for someone would show me the sun
To help me battle this thing inside me,
My demon,
My curse,
This thing inside me.
All I want is someone to understand,
Someone else with my pain,
Someone with my curse,
So I don't feel so alone.
I crave to have someone who knows what it's like,
Someone who has my demon,
Someone who can fight with me.
This is a really good poem. I, too, pretend to be okay when all I feel is an unending emptiness. It's like feeling everything all at once and then suddenly feeling nothing at all.
Keep Fighting Those Demons
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2012 with permission of the Author.
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