We all have something to hide.
We all have our demons.
We all have our skeletons that linger in our closet.
You showed me a new way to look at things.
You eyes shined as bright as constellations.
My scars bled like spilled paint.
You couldn't find a reason to stay.
And I could find a reason to stop.
We went our separate ways.
You went to the stars and I was stuck in my very own hell.
I'll always remember you, I promise
Your eyes shined brighter than stars and constellations.
But my scars shined brighter.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
