pikachumaniajasmine
What happened there?
What could it be?
Look into my feral mind, then maybe you would see.
I crawl into my bed at night, begging not to be,
but the demons move in circles,
and I know that they hate me.
I must hide what they do with bullshit excuses,
I will never share my demons, they would just call me a nuisance,
because they could never see what goes on in this mind of mine.
A cut for the pain, but the cat was to blame, and the lies to my family and friends will always be the same, because they can't make the demons go, so they can never know, what haunts me day by day.
A cut on my wrist, a burn on my thigh, another mark of my troubled mind,
but they won't ever be satisfied.
The only way to satisfy them, would for me to die.