sometimes i get angry;
sometimes i get mean;
sometimes i fall short of
oxygen; sometimes i yell
or scream; and sometimes
i forget that its all just a
dream.
...
sometimes i cry;
sometimes i watch as
the blood trickles down
my arm. sometimes i shout
for help, and sometimes i
lose myself.
...
sometimes i dont feel
human, almost like the
demon within poisioned
me with its love.
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dark minds [completed]
Poetryminds aren't always bright. some are dark too. © dryblood all rights reserved 2014