There's a lot to hold on
There's a lot of shadows to cover up with darkness
There's a lot of lies to be painted over
I can't go through that room anymore,
Where roses were scattered around,
Like a lover in the middle of the night
But there was a knife in my back – someone was holding it from behind
They said, if I don't see everything, then it'll be over for me
I was tied in place; chaos displayed in front of me
The death unravels before me; I get to watch everything
My hands bruised, and my fingertips are bleeding
My eyes turned black
My throat dried as the thorn wrapped tightly around me
The princess that she told herself to was walking around the room
She's portraying herself as the angel before the devil reveal themselves
I was inside, I couldn't scream, I won't scream
I don't want to kneel before her
I don't want to submit to the devil
But oh God, I was saved;
Suddenly the door was opened, the light was shining through the room
It was my soul; he was calling up to God
he was begging for Him to save me; before I ended up killing myself
I often thought maybe I'm my own demon
but God's hand was around me, I was hugged by something for the first time
It was okay, God's with me
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PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEATH, ABUSE, AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴...