it's nights like these I wish my brain had a silencer
its nights like these my demons go in for the killshot
it's nights like these I wish they had better aim
it's nights like these my demons hit everywhere except where they're supposed to
my friends
my family
my partner
all getting maimed by a shot aimed at me
caught in the crossfire for doing nothing other than loving me
it's nights like these I don't care where the bullets fly
where the war starts
how the war ends
it's nights like these I just want them to end
no matter the fatalities
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Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
