Sometimes people fall and they can't get back up
Bad things happen and we can't do anything about it
Or can we?
Sometimes the impossible is the only possible available
Shall we finally stand or remain broken on the ground?
Are we too addicted to the pain we made ourselves into?
Not today
And never again.
The knives of the night burn in the sun of today
Breathe and take a bite
The bottles hide behind the cabinet door
Our fears are what we make them
Fight your demons
Because that's the impossible we all hope for
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Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
