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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I stood in the shower

with a blade in my hand

Thinking about the life

That I no longer can stand

The demons in my head

had taken over my body

making me more than just lonely and dead

The hot water pouring down on me

Makes me so numb

That I don't care if I bleed

Is this something that I can overcome?

Waiting and waiting for something good to happen

Is really pointless with my life collapsing

Each night I find myself crying

People ask why I'm so tired when the sun is about to rise

Little do they know each day I'm lying

When I fill their heads with many different lies

I can't tell people how I feel

Because either way, I won't be able to heal

I always think that it will get easier

But the voices in my head have gotten noisier

The battle field is filled with demons

And so far

They have been winning

Throughout these long, long nights

Happiness is no longer in clear sight

My thoughts and the demons have stolen every bit of positivity

So in my life all I see is negative activity 

Although I know people love and care for what's left of me

My mind make me think otherwise

The demons tell me everyone who surrounds my border are telling pure lies

And that's why I might just about die


Submitted: January 18, 2018

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