• Life of a demon



    No one understands the way we feel
    The pain
    The misunderstanding
    Or even what it feels like to be hated.



    Is it the way of life?
    Or what it was meant to be like for us?
    Why are we scared to talk to others about whats happening?
    Is there even a God above?


    I stopped believing long ago
    If somehow one of us finds happiness
    Then ill believe again


    Until then
    I will always be hated by others
    I may have friends
    But I still feel empty inside




    ~this is my boring poem~