On the edge, I stand.
Alone I stand against the darkness.
My walls have crumbled yet I fight on.
My armor has been stripped.
My blade has been dulled.
My senses have grown numb.
Yet I fight against demons.
They whisper in my ear.
Can you do anything right?
Why are you such a loser?
How are you so pathetic?
You think anyone actually likes you?
Don't you want to everyone happier by leaving?
I grow tired of this fight.
A war that has no end it site.
I fight in the shadows.
No one really knows.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoésiePoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
