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This Demon Waits

It�

Feeds
On the air
I breathe

It�

Feeds
On the the thoughts
In my head

It�

Feeds
On everything I do
A living parasite

It feeds�

It feeds�

It feeds�

A hungry monster
Never resting
Always wanting more
Needing more

I feel�

It�s icy fingers
On my shoulders
As it tries to grip me

A shadow
That follows
Waiting for the cracks
To start appearing

Waiting�
�
To pounce
On any weakness
I show to the world

It waits�

This suicidal demon
Wants my soul
Such as it is
To gorge on

Written by AspergerPoet56

Published 27th Aug 2019

Author's Note

Don�t read too deeply into this not about to top myself, just another purge of sorts

#depression #suicide

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Re. This Demon Waits

Ahavati (Tams)

27th Aug 2019 1:27am

I believe you have expressed this perfectly. I have never experienced severe depression outside of mitigating circumstance but once; however, this succinctly describes the nature of the beast.

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Re. This Demon Waits

Tallen (earth_empath)

27th Aug 2019 3:45am

Damnit Brother, this past week i've been faking it -- to family and friends!!

I never thought i had Psychotic Depression because of being a schizophrenic but when one suddenly lives alone with no friends in a NEW city -- shit gets real and shit changes.

I realize this is an old spill (and feel) for You, and for me as well, but how the f*ck does this shit keep
on coming back?

Relatable spill in any time period (for people like us, i think)