In the darkness I see,
A different side of me.
Demons pulling left and right,
I'm not strong enough to fight.
Struggle and curse, I always do.
Why can't I be better,
Better than you?
You make it look easy,
As you go about your day.
I look at you with despise,
Try to wash the thoughts away.
But I only wash with the Demons.
They cleanse and set me free.
Always by my side,
I know they never leave.
Go away, go away, go away I scream.
I wake up,
Was it only a dream?
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Deep Poetry🕊
PoetryPoetry is the one thing that can reach to one's heart matter not the person's condition, matter not the person's sanity, matter not the person's insanity. Poetry is all.
