Dead

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Terrors filling your head,
You wishing you were dead,
Memories fading,
And the Demons invading

I am the one,
The one that feels undone,
The demons hating on me,
Making me lose my sanity

Scars rewriting on my arm,
Fulfilling it's charm,
I'm telling everyone that I'm fine,
Even though I'm on the brink of flat-line

It's hard to choose,
From those you don't think you'd lose,
A fake smile,
Has taken over for a while

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