The Beast Inside Me

There is a beast that follows me

At times so small you can barely see

At times so big it’s all I can see

At light he gives me cease

At night he steals peace

Thoughts run wild and free

The opposite of me

Thoughts strangle and hold back

I just wanna sit in the black

Thoughts weave and grow

I tell myself NO

NO I won’t be victim to this fucking beast

There is a vivid beauty in this poem. Sometimes this depression feels as though there is a different conscious inside of me. Directing me towards decisions that aren’t in my best interest. This was shared to me by a friend. And it has me thinking about my own demons.

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