This heart of mine is not made of stone.
I am made of flesh.
I am restless with a wondering mind.
Thoughts and actions
Words and choices
Witnessing and seeing
Speaking out
Being brave
Being strong
Are all my demonsWhen did things like this become accepted?
You are not you
But I am still me
If I was made of stone I would say that one day all stone will crumble.
But I am not stone.
I am glass.I am glass and I am broken.
My sharp edges will spring forth only darkness, blood, and ruin.
I hurt all who come near.
Everyone I care about are hurting.Now more than ever darker and older demons come back from the depths of hell.
I am alone in this fight.
If I last tonight
There is always tomorrow
Another day to fight my demons.I am broken glass
My demons are all that's left
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RANTS
RandomBasically just rants about anything and everything that can bother someone.