Devil In My Room
The devil's in my room and he's speaking to me
I'm supposed to just swallow what he's feeding to me
Let me tell you what he said
I'll keep you company when you don't have the strength to leave bed
I'll be the reason you can't drop to sleep when you lie down
All those so called friends, where are they right now
Quit being emotional, or I'll give you something to cry about
You pushed everyone away, so it's just me
You'll only hurt yourself if you try to push me
I've been with you since you were 14 Alex, You should trust me
You've been free from self-harm for too long, once again you need to become friends with the knife
Who's going to care if you finish up ending your life?
Go ahead, Just take one cut with the blade and you can mend tonight
That's all it will take for you to stop losing sleep
You may aswell, your poetry isn't as good as it used to be
Every poem is the same "Blah Blah blah, I'm tired of depression abusing me"
You should respect me instead of attacking me, it's always been you and me
You mention my name on every page that you write
When all your relationships went wrong, I was the one who stayed by your side
I paid visits to you when you were in care,where was your mum at?
Drinking with your dad, and he's dead now and can't come back
But he didn't even want you when he was alive
Yet you take it out on me, when I've always been by your side
Bipolar is my brother, and you're upset I let him get to know you
Then I introduced you to my sister anxiety
This family was supposed to deal with everything privately
You blame us, But it was you who exposed you
The devil is depression and he's speaking to me
Said anywhere I go, he'll be leaving with me
Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2017
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