I wear a mask in the day
But yet it comes out in the dark to play
What hides in my mask is only known by me
They pay no mind when i start to bleed
But when the wounds are seen they start to question me,
but yet the demons make me stay silent in the day
Every night i see my battles i have lost
And i know its a war between me and me
Unless i smile people will judge me
because they might leave if they know the real me,
every night after the day i sit alone and bleed
tears down my cheeks
a razor in my hands
i prey to god to understand
why did they choose me
too torcher me
i have a good life but the night doesn't like it when i'm right,
they kill me
torcher me
see i cry and plead but yet they don't care
only way to please my mind is take a blade and move it side to side,
until i bleed
I may die tonight and see the light
but i don't want the demons to take my life
before i put my mask on for the day
i stand alone
just the mirror and me
seeing the demons
winking, mocking, laughing at me
i don't want to lose this fight
Then as i ask as i cry and wonder
What did the demons do to me
Why did they choose me.
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Oh, The Places In My Head
PoetryHere lies any emotion that has been stamped into my heart told with words dripped from my fingertips. More in the Introduction (Majority of Photos are not mine)