We are prisoners to our own hate
Slaves to our insecurities
We all wish for a better life
Half baked regret lingers over the lines on our wrists
Misery seems like our only friend
The friends we do have, are weighed down by their own battles
We are pros at depression
And cons to the penitentiary of our mind
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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...
