There is no hell, for all demons are on earth

By Jarne Lambrechts

There is no hell, for all demons are on earth.
Achievements fade by failures, putting in effort isn’t worth.
Been forced into life,  as if I chose to be given birth.
The more I discover, the more I drown.
Sick of waiting for the end, tired of life’s never-ending countdown.
Lost within myself, no reason to be found again.
One step froward, three steps backwards is the cycle of my campaign.
Forever I will pursue numbness. No more joy but also no more pain.
Angels and devils are screaming, they only care for persuasion.
I’ve become what I feared to be, my soul is drained of motivation.
Everything revolves around personal benefit, even a friendly deed.
Getting tortured by my very own self and I’ll never be freed.
It’s already too late, forever I will bleed.
People are convinced they understand what I’m going through, when all they do is believe their own lies.
So many shouts for help and still they ignore the cries.
They say you can trust them for they are your friend.
Yet you discover another knife in your back is the end.
Even knowing all this, you still won’t recognize snake eyes.
As promises get broken and words mean nothing anymore, we’re all monsters in disguise.
They call you mentally sick, when only you have a harshly realistic way of belief.
You’re not appreciated, although when you’re gone, they will grief.
People tell you: “You have to stay alive”.
If you ask them for a reason, they have no drive.
What is the point of being here, what is the point to survive?
Different from others, society doesn’t accept me for the way I think.
My wish is for everything to be gone, with the instance of one blink.
All emotions are numbed, the happiest and the saddest.
I don’t understand how can people believe in God, when he himself is a sadist.
Corrupt is the system we live in, temporary is peace.
Are the starving guilty of stealing, while the real criminals are often police?
We let artificial borders separate our humankind.
The darkest of deeds happen right in front of us and the system has made us blind.
More and more, and endless loop of never being satisfied.
Why do some people have nothing while others have everything and more?
They realise the suffering of others, but willingly choose to ignore.
Humans treat each other in a way they do not want to be treated.
It doesn’t matter anymore; the conclusion is I have been defeated.
 
 
 

Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited. Ask the author first.
Copyright 2021 Jarne Lambrechts
Published on Thursday, August 19, 2021.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I wrote this a year ago when I was in the lowest point of my life. I was in a very bad place, but I'm happy to say I'm better now and even comfortable with sharing this piece.
Log In or Join (free) to see the special features here.

Comments on "There is no hell, for all demons are on earth"

Log in to post comments.
Contribution Level

Share/Save This Post



Join DarkPoetry Join to get a profile like this for yourself. It's quick and free.

How to Criticize Without Causing Offense
© 1998-2024 DarkPoetry LLC
Donate
[Join (free)]    [More Poetry]    [Get Help]    [Our Poets]    [Read Poems]    [Terms & Privacy]