Thousands of thoughts filling my head
Telling me I should be dead
"You're alone, and weak"
I scream "I'm not"
"Child, but you are. Small, afraid, fragile, easy to rip apart"
I cry and cry asking to be spared
But my demons continue to fill me
"You should be dead"
I know.
They know they are the reason I should be.
My demons mock me for every mistake
Every insecurity
Every flaw
Every scar
And every thought relating to happiness.
"You think you're having a good day? You're not. We will come back. We always come back. We are a part of you, you can never escape. Always trapped you will be. Now suffer child, for this is only the beginning"
They say I should be dead.
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Poems
PoetryTrigger warning!!!! Almost nothing in here will be happy. After all, that's not a common feeling for me
