self harm…… I didn’t know what it was until fifth grade i was oblivious to the demons that haunted people i was so oblivious to the demons that would soon haunt me
i never believed in ghosts i thought that stuff was stupid ghosts aren’t dead people that follow you everywhere ghosts are memories long forgotten and long suppressed
i write every night in an attempt to cast out my ghosts if i remember and accept then they have nothing left to cling to but now they just cling to the aftermath of my pain
demons that feed on pain chase me ghost that destroy my sanity monsters from my closet haunt me and when they catch me I SCREAM!
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broken poet 15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR