How A Poet Lives Part 4 (Depression, Fear, & Hate) Poem by Bron Dayvid

I am the envious brother of love
Son of a mother who seeks hope in another
Good luck! ! !
I am the dead beat father
Of a non existing child called pride he's buried inside
And I'm barely alive almost asleep
The rhythm of my heart beat keeps me awake
I’m surrounded by demons
But there's no soul for them to take
I lost it along with my sanity
From the inside of the asylum I see
Evil entities
Dark memories
No sympathy
For my self-inflicted
Injuries