Your demons creep out of your mind and stare at you through the mirror you see so clearly. They smile as you cry. They laugh as you weep. As you turn away they slip back into your mind to tell you that you're just as bad as you thought. They say hello as you press the blade to your skin to say goodbye to the world that seemed so ugly.
YOU ARE READING
Torn Up Pages
PoetryThese poems are something to make you feel. There's something for everyone. I don't know what to say. I hope you like them, but if you don't please tell me why. I know some are sad. I'm sowwy.
