the demons; the scars; they are all real, yet they seem to say that they are only living inside her head. they say that insanity has got the best of her, when in truth:
it was reality that drove her under.
I found this poem that I wrote back in the day, so I decided to post it. Still the truth though, up to this day.
but that's the thing about truth, isn't it? it never changes, unless you will it. and we never do.