Sometimes they're quiet,
Like the night before danger struck,
Sometimes they're loud,
Screaming til my ear drums bled,
Sometimes music drowns them out,
But they always wait til earphones come out,
Then they start whispering their sickening thoughts,
Poisoning me with suicidal thoughts.
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Poetry Done Right
Poésie(Description will be entered at later date. Basically its a book of poems I write. If you would like yours to be in it, please message me and I'll add it in with all credits going to you. I'll add any social media you have as well, if you would l...
