Has the world always been this crazy, or is it me?
Has the silence always been this loud?
I fought my emotions,
I beat my demons.
So tell me why I'm stuck in the same position,
Tell me why I miss the voices. Two roads lay ahead of me.
One of golden light, one of hellfire.
I beat it all,
So tell me why my soul craves the fire.
Tell me why the light burns and the fire feels like home.
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Chapters of Me
PoetryStruggling with depression, these poems are my late night thoughts and my internal cries. They are all the chapters of me.