I think I'm tired of the lies
Like each memory of it pries.
I'm mostly tired of believing
And that every morning I wake up breathing.
I've tried to make amends with these demons inside my head
But ultimately they're still alive and sleep inside the same bed.
There's no point in trying to let them go
And I've hurt myself so many times I consider myself a pro.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
