I release my monsters
Through my words
Putting pencil to paper
Spills out the ink in my brain
That has been poisoned with deadly thoughts
I substitute a blade on skin
For a pen on paper
Because it's the only thing I can do to survive
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This first poem is a little short, but I wanted to post it first because it's the title of this collection!
(indirect time)
I know that there are some people who are out there that might be reading this, and the only thing I have to say is that I hope you aren't going to be too stunned or scared when you read some of these. Or angry. I wrote most of this when I was going through very difficult times in my life, and I ask that you don't blame me or shun me or whatever because of my coping strategy.
Friendly reminder that you can also read my poetry on my Instagram/Tumblr, both called demonsquarters.
Thanks everyone!
secretly,
lanibear
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Poisoned Ink
PoetryA collection of poetry by me! Varying in length and style, and mostly horrible, but very important to me. NOTE** Not all of this is in "poetry"form, but more of a...structured rant. :) **Possible triggers:// depression, anxiety, (rare) suicide, (rar...