Why do I crave my family,
but wish only to be left alone?
Why do I wish to keep my friends close,
but don't want to make the effort to talk?
Why do I need to do something with my life,
but find it impossible to get out of bed?
Why can't I get rid of this pain in my heart and my head,
but can push away every semblance of love I'm shown?
Just...why?
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
