MY DEMONS

Sometimes I hate myself for the things I do,
Things I don't intend to do,
Making people worry about me.
I know my secret behavior will ruin my life.
Yeah I know am all fucked!

But what am I going to do?
I think I'm right and
No one can prove me wrong because I do I in secret:
if you don't believe me,ask my name I will tell you,
Ask me where I come from,I will still tell you.
Ask me what I love doing..
Sh sh sh.. silence is all I do.
What i don't know is where am head to.

Poor me son of my dad,
I guess my mistake is part of my life,
Am ment for this,it's part of me,you have your own demons,I have my own demons!
So let me trynna fight my demons.

Sometimes my demons are stronger than my body,
Then I have no option than to surrender my
Pray for me I get the strength to pray.
I need this demons out of my life before they break out of their cage.

I get myself pooping some reefers,
To get myself some comfort, peace of mind is all I need,no beef no grudge.
Smooth life.
Taking precaution to avoid misuse is a problem!
Am out of control,Drugs on the table like a pharmacy is all I see.💊💊🩺💉💉

I don't wanna ruin my life,
My guardian angel!! reinforce my fight against this demons.
Put me in prayers before my demons breaks out of their cage.I WANNA WASH MY SINS.🙏🏼

©josekym

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