There demons living in my head
But she answers to my name
She tells me stories late in night
That are messing with my brain
She laughs at what I wear
What I look like
And the way I tie my hair
Do other people in the world fight demons too?
The ones that doubt yourself
Makes you feel weak
And tell you what to do
Maybe that's why demons never talk
Because there screaming in your head
Telling you what to do and making your life miserable
Why would you hate someone else?
When you can hate yourself instead
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoesíaShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
