My Inner Cry

The voices heard like a
resounding gong
"I do not care" has become my
life's song
With repetition might come
mental submission
Usually though it's an escape
A feeling that I can always relate
The demon's cry echoes from
nearby
The clawing, scraping, and
terrible sounds of my mind
The cruel thoughts come, and
depression sinks in
But once again "I do not care"
echoes from within
The truth is I care, and it's
tearing me apart
But I must appear strong, and
bring others from out of the
dark
With little strength to give, and
faking solidity
The mask soon crumples with
ever growing morbidity
I rip and tear at the things of the
flesh
To appease the internal demons
and make my mind afresh
As the day grows old
And dusk begins
The demons come out of hiding,
and the inner tune starts to
spin
"I do not care", that simple cry
The escape from reality which is
just a plain lie
With so much to do, and never
enough time
I can usually be distracted from
the inner cries of my mind
But finally at the end
As the demon's cry begins
We're left with truth and
simplicity-
I am nothing and have no
strength
But despite the truth I still utter
my wishful cry, "I do not care"

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[Ebrights]

I don't have words! Can't express feelings.