She had no soul.
Her insides were so black it was like a never ending pit.
Voices.
Voices controlled her.
There were good voices, and bad voices. Most of them were bad voices.
Saying things that weren't true. But she didn't know that, the demons were monsters.
Monsters that controlled her.
They made her do things she didn't want to do.
But she had no control.
She marked her skin.
With scars.
The monsters thought it was beautiful.
She felt worthless. Lost. Confused. And most importantly, insane.
She could never really get out of this dark place.
But she never wanted to stop fighting.
For she didn't want the monsters to win.
-s.s.
A/n hope you liked it! (Ss are my initials "Selasi Sarfo")
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Book of poety
PoetryHey guys! So I deleted my previous story, I wasn't feeling up to it, but I am making this book of original poetry. Yes, all of this poetry is mine. I hope you enjoy! And I'll try not to make you cry too much.
