I live a false life
And you don't know about it
I deal with an inner strife
And you don't benefit
There is a monster in me
That has me in a cell
I will never be free
I will always be in hell
But I'm always smiling
And no one notices
That I stopped trying
And am no longer the strongest
I soon become red
From a cut I made
I was consumed by regret
That the devil persuade
Now I live no longer
Because my mind had wandered
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Having a Bad Day, Need A Little Sunshine
PoesiaSome of my depressing poems; on when I have bad day.