I'm a poet. I write poems about what I'm going through or have gone through.
I'm seeming to lose this battle. But I'm not giving up just yet.
I'm trying to free these demons that live within my soul.
They are taking away my happiness and giving me sadness and pain.
Every day I look into the mirror and tell myself that I am ugly.
That I'm not worth living in this world.
But that is the demons talking and I wish that they would just go away.
Because they are tearing my life apart.
I'm tired of being this insecure girl who always thinks badly about herself.
And feels if the world hated her.
I will fight this depression, Fight the demons that lives inside of me.
Controlling my emotions and thoughts.
But If I keep fighting, I know that I will win one day.
I have walls around my heart, Not letting anyone in.
I always push people away because I didn't want to be hurt again.
I always smile and fake happiness.
Just for others to be happy.
But every time I smile or laugh.
It becomes real and the walls around my heart
Breaks down and happiness is making Its way back.
I am overcoming this blood-sucking illness.
Slowly but surely and I won't give up.
Because I will survive this illness.
And win this battle with depression