It comes to me like a storm in the night

but it’s everything but polite

The thoughts that fill me with fear and dread

makes me think of the times I wish I was dead

the thoughts so dark it consumes my mind

with demons whispering in my ear things so unkind

“you’re worthless and ugly” is what they say

but their in my head I can’t get away

these things that they say make me feel like I’m dying

even though I know these demons are lying

these whispers in my ear

about my deep darkest fear

it’s a constant fight between them and me

fighting for the day I will finally be free

these thoughts so toxic talking about death and pain

as the storm outside is bringing down the rain,

rain like tears they fall when you need

the wish for freedom is a soft painful plead

as I sit in my room watching the flash of light

knowing that I’m everything but alright

knowing that tomorrow brings another fake happy

knowing my life is growing on crappy

writing words that rhyme to keep myself sane

writing so people can see my pain

I fail to tell them what I feel in my heart

I fail to tell them I’m falling apart

I hope my silly rhymes can paint the picture clear

that I live in pain with my fears quite near

I try to escape these feeling I hide

but my thoughts are to dark to show what’s inside

for tonight I lay in the dark with my sorrow

knowing I’ll have to fake a smile for tomorrow…

~Angi