Harsh words burn
Open for all to see
Festering, oozing, bleeding
The scars will never go away
But the echoes remain
Softly in the dark
Old scars reopen
Bleeding remembrance of horrors past
The fingers of old demons peeking out
And the echoes grow louder each day
New wounds form
Deeper, bloodier than before
Making days bleak
And the echoes sing
On a constant replay
Insanity comes to play
Invading once happy daydreams
Spiraling beyond control
And the echoes become friends
Demons stare back in the mirror
Whispering, speaking in the mind
Undercutting the hope that was once there
And the echoes begin to guide
The pain becomes too much to bear
Looking down at the bloody sink
The echoes begin to dissipate
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
