Some times when
I look up into the sun
I wish it would blind me
So I wouldn't have to see
All the evil things
This world has to offer.
But then my demons
Would control my mind
And all the pretty things
Would have to say
Good bye.
The sunlight
Is what's keeping me from
Becoming blind.
It's what's forcing me
To open up my eyes.
But I have to tear them shut.
I have to break them close.
I have to.
Or my demons will eat me alive.
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You Are My Sky
PoetryPoetry story--You are my sky. The only sky. The sky stretches far and wide. You cover me up, make me feel at home. I am home. You are my sky.