December 10, 2015
there's turmoil in my head
chaotic evil opposing other chaotic evil
why do I have these feelings
aches from straining pound from my head
im being ripped in half by Satan and her shadow
my inner demons manipulate my emotions into warped daggers
the problem is a grain of sand and I'm drowning in a desert
the grain felt like a boulder until I was ripped back into consciousness
stay awake and let your skull tear in two
go to sleep and make it through
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Circles
PoetryTales of friendships gone stale and words from a teenager with borderline personality disorder.
