They think I'm strange
Laughing with the voices in my head
Crying as soon as my body hits the bed
They think I'm crazy
Talking to the shadows that dances on the wall
Begging them to rise and help me, I call
They think I lost all sense
Wondering about the realms beyond
Singing for the demons of which I am so fond
They think I might as well die
Twirling daggers in my hands when I feel alone
Going to the graves and conversing with the bones
They think I should be sent away
To a place where they can't see me anymore
Why won't they see how high I can soar?
I have wings that can take me flying, can't you see?
I have more sense then them, for I pretend to be nothing but me
Playing with daggers is as easy as throwing darts
It was on purpose that I hit so many hearts
The demons get me through the day
They help me, is what my voices say
I know they are right
They are the ones taking me through the night
What's so wrong with talking to the shadows, surely, they don't mind
It's so rarely that people approach them, treat them in a way that's kind
The bones, the dead, tell me their stories, and I tell them mine
They know all about the darkness, and about the divine
So am I really rid of sense, a crazy, strange being that should be dead?
There is nothing wrong with me, it's you who have been mislead
I know what you will do before you do
I'm stronger to
Think I'm crazy, that I should be dead
Unlike you, I confront the darkness in my head
This is a poem dedicated to Inked_Insane, she has written an amazing book about an insane girl who is badass like h*ll. You should definitely check her out!
Have an insanely wonderful, whatever time zone you're in!
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PuisiI give life but I take it to And I never do stay true... These are a couple of poems about life, love, whatever I feel like writing about. Some of them will also be about ToG and ACOTAR, because well, I'm a fan. I hope you will enjoy reading these!
