Non-Erotic PoetryMy DemonsSometimes I feel so alone
Black vines of depression
Slowly creeping in my brain
Down my spine and into my heart
Friends offer bright spots
That push The vines away
Sometimes for hours
Other times for days
Depression is a demon that never goes away
When you think you've pruned the vines
Depression sneaks back in
A weed made by demons
Motivation is hard
When all you want
To do is crawl into bed
To sleep your life away
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