I carve my story on my skin,
I give up, i let them win,
My demons laugh and call me names,
They hurt me then say im to blame,
Insomniac, love i lack,
Fade to black, heart attack,
And when im gone, im sure they'll say,
His mental health sent him that way,
A broken child, thats all they'll see,
But
My demons were never inside of me
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A collection of poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry. It may not always be what you want to read, but its always real. Cover made by Shannon Hughes, a.k.a @LavendarEyes.
