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They say;
monsters live under our bed.
They say;
demons live outside our house,
alluring in the darkness of night.


They taught us;
if we don't go into sleep,
monsters are going to hunt us down,
in our childhood.
They also taught;
demons will knock at our windows,
will capture us,
if we don't eat.


What we were not taught was,
Monsters live inside our head,
not under our bed.

What we never saw,
Until we faced them,
that;
demons are woven in our souls.


They control our mind,
They control our thoughts.
They control US.
A canvas
So lifeless and Empty
No feeling nor emotion
You Take your paintbrush
forceful drag it over the pale white
Weep and wipe as the red flows down - down
The canvas is your skin
The paintbrush is the deamon that lies deep within
You're not alone if you ever think of self harming please do drop me a message I can help:) x
Days painted gray
Suffocating with forever darkness
Standing before a mirror
Bleeding cracks upon my wrist
Nails digging deep in my neck
Torn skin in search of happiness
Aching head banged against walls
Causing too much pain to myself

I am unfixable

Tears forever escape my eyes
Nose bleeds red tears
Too many Xanax's for me to bare
Not enough alcohol
Too numb the aching in my body

I am shaking
I am alone
I am ****** up
I am hurting
I am broken
I am angry
I am dissatisfied
I am insane
*I am unfixable
I can feel darkness
carving its name into my skin

Reaching for my heart
To take away my love

No protective barrier
So easily penetrated

So close now
I can feel despair

Please save me
I'm almost gone

Don't stand there
Save me...

I am now lost
To far gone

You stood there
Watched me suffer

Now feel the pain
That I once felt

I will stand here
As you scream my name

Never moving
I will watch your pain

For internity we will be together
Isn't that what we always wanted

Forever you will feel this pain
Forever you will scream my name

Forever we will share this pain
Forever we will scream each others name
There's two of us
There's two

Ones Evil
Ones Good

Who we truly are
Depends on the side we choose

— The End —