Demons

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You try so hard to not let the little things get to you,

But some how they always seem to.

The demons in your head they play games with you,

They make you see the things that aren't true.

They make you feel like the only thing to do,

Is to grab those scissors grab those razors

They erase all the memorys that you've had,

Just the good tho, not the bad.

They trick you into thinking that no one cares,

That no one hears your thoughts nor prayers.

They make you feel like they're your only friends in the end.

Put down those razors
Put down those scissors 

I know you think that They're your relievers

But there are many other solutions to your problems,

Then to harm your beautiful arms.

Just know that you are not alone.

Ignore these demons that you hear,  that you fear,

I promise you dear that I am always here.

Everything will get better,just give it time

It will be better just don't run and hide,

And remember i will always think you're beautiful on the inside.

By- Tori






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