Mental Fight

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I wonder my mental state is to individuals.
Do they notice the cracks and shatters.
Questions I ask myself on the daily.
What individual do they see.

Again the questions rise and down turn.
Emotions of negativity rise and build.
Mask of dull expression slowly cracks.
With luke warm tears form as droplets.

As I walk pass individuals of different.
I pull my hood of darkness to hide.
Darkness fills my shattered eyes.
The monsters are wining the battle.

I run to the nearest restroom to me.
I then proceeded to lock the door.
Then I walk to the mirrors of clear.

Then I roll up my sleeves of my jacket.
And take a sharp shiny blade of metal.
Then a rush of energy flow through.
Fast slashes I do then Crimson gets out.

Crimson spreads onto the wet floor.
And onto the sink of my choice.
Pain and numbness build up.
I lightly laugh as I enjoy.

But that isn't my laugh it's a demon's.
Then the demon throws me to the aged wall.
I feel light feeling of my systems.
Then I begin to see darkness of the void.

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