The Real Struggle


The struggle between life and death is far too real
Hatred for myself is all I can feel
The blade against my skin, the poison in my blood
I would take it all back if I could
I look in the mirror and see the devil inside
An angels face but so much to hide
My soul is consumed with anger and pain
My heart having trouble feeding my veins
I try so hard to hide the devil in me
But he is stronger than I could ever be
Sometimes I ask the angels to take me home
Take me away, away from theis evil soul
I hate myself for what spews out
I hate myself for having such doubt
I try so hard to control these demons inside me
But they are much stronger, stronter than I will ever be

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