10/07/2025
Demons of Depression
In the silence of the night I lay,
Where dreams dissolve and shadows stay,
The demons crawl inside my mind,
Whispers cruel, yet well-refined.
They wear my face, they speak my name,
They feed on fear, regret, and shame,
They pull me deep where light won't show,
Where joy once lived, but ceased to grow.
Each breath I take feels sharp and thin,
A war beneath my weary skin,
But still I rise, with heavy chest,
And armor made of hope and rest.
They say, "You're weak, just let it end,"
But I reply, "You will not bend
The soul that clings to dawn's first light,
I bleed, I cry—but I still fight."
Through broken thoughts and sleepless screams,
I stitch the edges of my dreams,
One step, one tear, one trembling start—
Still healing in a hurting heart.
So if you see me smile today,
Know demons tried to steal that ray,
But I held on, and I still stand—
A fighter armed with trembling hands.
For though I'm trapped in darkest weather,
I won’t give in—not now, not ever.