Last day alive, last day to strive
Then I'll be in a human archive
I wish that when I would kiss my mirror
Everything would seem much clearer
as to why I was to hated,
how my hopes have been deflated
And how my mind is constantly invaded
By the demons who lurk inside of me
These monsters inside my head
Won't leave until I'm dead
So I will let them achieve their goal
I'll become a mole
Go six feet down a hole
And end myself just for their satisfaction
This may hit my family with a negative reaction
But at least I didn't take my pain out on them
Yet I'm not to blame
Sure, it's a shame
This wouldn't have happened
If the demons never came
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Restless Nights
PoetryAll of us have our faults, and all of us are not flawless. However, we must embrace our perfect imperfections. This story is my attempt of embracing my own literature. Whether it is intriguing or not, I will let you decide that on your own. I very...