I am not diseased,
I am not insane.
I am not losing my mind,
I'm just struggling with a few things.
You didn't care before,
so why are you in my face now?
Go ahead, brush me off,
I don't need your sympathy anyhow.
Just don't question,
what caused me to act this way.
Cause you saw my pain,
but you only blinked and turned away.
YOU ARE READING
Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
شِعر❝she was simple, an angel born without wings. yet she was special, an enchanting song her lost soul sings. ❞ A dark and deep poetry collection of every little thing that makes us both unique and insane. ~ Highest ranking in Poetry: #7 ~ 1st Place in...
