There are demons inside my head
Screaming, shouting sad memories
Of my past.
With every second passing
I feel like I've been ripped apart.
I'm hollow,
Dissolving into nothingness,
Floating lifelessly in time and space.
Each word they say,
It slits my veins, one by one.
Unbearable pain.
I am pulling at my hair,
Scratching on my scalp;
Bleeding red.
They are fighting with
My soul,
Trying to take over my mind.
Each time they collide
I want to gnaw at myself,
Relieve myself of the hurt.
But after a few moments,
I felt nothing.
Nothing at all.
Numb.
They had taken over.
My Deafening Demons,
They had won.
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lightning and flowers
Poetry\\we all are jigsaw pieces, and we all have a puzzle we can fit into. do not carve or change yourself just because you don't fit in. hold on; you're perfect.// A collection of short stories/poetry. All are written by me, unless stated otherwise. En...
