I feel the cold metal
In the palm of my hand
Pressing against my skin
I refuse to drag it
I'm fighting the never ending battle
The battle against myself
The battle that's making me question my own sanity
The battle that's making me look insane
The battle that's making me look violent
The battle giving me these wounds
That will turn into scars
Scars that will fade away
But never disappear
Like this army of voices
Screaming and fighting
Never will they disappear
But they will decrease
They will fade away
They will become small
They will be overpowered
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Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
