People wonder why I wear jumpers.
I don't cut.
But my demon runs through my veins.
When I'm angry he turns my veins in my wrist and hands black.
He overtakes my body, my control, my soul.
So before he completely takes over I run away from the others so they do not get hurt
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PoetryBe what you expect, not what others expect. Be who you want to be and what you dream, not what others want you to be and not what others dream you are. If they won't see you for who you are then they are the ones who have to change themselves and th...
