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There is a demon inside my ear Whispering lies I don't want to hear Trying to help you understand is the equivalent to reaching into the dark Only being able to grab air Something invisible chases me In my dreams Something evil and hateful I believe it is my suffering. The grief of my experiences that I subconsciously hold on to You held me as it chased me I screamed for help Your arms brought me back home to you I ran my fingers through your hair over and over Trying to soothe myself I've never lost myself like that before This is a not a poem This is a confession I am being consumed
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
This is not a poem
There is a demon inside my ear Whispering lies I don't want to hear Trying to help you understand is the equivalent to reaching into the dark Only being able to grab air Something invisible chases me In my dreams Something evil and hateful I believe it is my suffering. The grief of my experiences that I subconsciously hold on to You held me as it chased me I screamed for help Your arms brought me back home to you I ran my fingers through your hair over and over Trying to soothe myself I've never lost myself like that before This is a not a poem This is a confession I am being consumed
#depression
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
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