poem 15 - my secret demons.

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don't say my name in vain,
cause i've been through so much pain.

if you cut my wrists and drain,
there'll be sadness running through my veins.

light my thoughts on fire with butane,
sanity, i don't know how to maintain.

rope around my neck like chain,
these thoughts, i still try to regain.

all these expectations i try to attain,
i don't know if this is humane.

the tears that fall like rain,
leaving a broken heart with a stain.

it's hard to explain,
and i'll try to refrain.

all these thoughts that remain,
over me, they reign.

through their clutches i strain,
for some dignity to retain.

there are so many thoughts running through my brain,
but i will still try not to feign.

there's so many demons i've slain,
but they're back again.

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