My demons, I hide,
They are oh so loud.
Maybe if I died,
They would shut up.
My demons that I hide,
Keep telling me to cut.
Maybe I'll just cut too deep,
And end all this shitty tease.
YOU ARE READING
I see Humans, but No Humanity.
Poetry~ It really is a shame, that people play a game. A gun to their head, a knife in their bed, All because of a game~
