There's demons inside my fucking head
And they want me to obey them
Sometimes I let them in
Because there's no one else to talk to
Everyone's missing
But they're here
They're consistent.
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Author:
EbonySkies (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2018 21:54
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my first poem I've ever put out there for other people. I'm not a professional, this is just a way for me to relieve stress. Hope you enjoy it
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Consisted demons they may be,
Locked inside a tool shed.
Building thoughts to weaken the mind,
Then blaming you when judgement seeks to find,
Just to Crawl into a ball with poetry not far behind.
Just to release a scream to the world,
Asking for a bit of sanity,
But nothing comes out.. just words felt in hearts of humanity.
I don't know you but I'm here to listen-wolf10
Thank you for this
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