For the girl who had the demons,
They'd eat her alive,
Everyday no matter how hard she tried to get rid of them,
They'd whisper things to her,
That push her to the brink,
She tried, oh how she tried to get rid of them and ignore them,
They'd whisper to her:
Oh darling, it's not the monsters under yor bed you should be scared of,
It's the monsters like us in your head you should be scared of,
She'd scream,
She'd cry,
She'd do everything to try and get rid of them,
But no matter how hard she try,
The demons follow her everywhere,
So one day,
She found out how to get rid of them,
She climbed to the top of the tallest building she found,
She softly whispered to herself,
Angels can fly too
And she jumped,
Amd just like that,
Her demons and the voices were gone and she was at peace...
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Self Harm And Bad Thoughts
PoetryIt's the dark thoughts that eat us alive, it's the painful memories that slowly kill us everyday.. Welcome to my mind and my everyday thoughts, read on if you may..