Demons

Last year I was diagnosed with depression. This was after my Mum found after seriously harming myself. This was a poem written at the time. Please ignore the brutality.

When did this monster take control?
When did it get this far?
Why can’t I live a normal life?
I used to be your shining star.

I’m sorry I’m like this Mum
I didn’t want a life to fight.
You tell me to have hope,
But in the tunnel, I see no light.

My demons live inside me Mum,
I can hear them trying to scream.
Mum, I can’t hear a thing you say
A living nightmare, not a dream.

I promise I’ll try to drown them Mum,
But my demons know how to swim.
I promise I have tried my best
But they always know how to win.

I can hear the clock ticking Mum,
I feel time is running slow.
The blood is dripping from my wrists now Mum,
Now it’s time for me to go.

Reviews

[Lexi Ritchland]

This was chilling and depressing but beautifully written. The last stanza is my favorite - the imagery is powerful.