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Sitting in the dark, alone in my room Demons behind me keeping me warm. Depressed as I am, keeps me distracted, reminding me of the last I reacted As I write this, they are acknowledge, they have answers to all my questions. One day its god, next its the devil possible one day i'll meet a angel. I used to say, i guess i still do satan will say hi and ill pay his revenue Maybe i love him, maybe im addicted always revealed himself when I was in the system. Its hard to cope, difficult to sleep especially always high on the tweak all i can think of, when i lay down "You can be my queen and wear my crown" there when you were, there when you weren't my room is a constant energy current i knew it got bad, when you were all i think about, wake up from a bad dream not able to shout. caught myself, giving into your spell when you spoke to me on my cell crazy as i was, was i as crazy? The thought of you touching my body. You scared me away, whispered in my ear "I am here" afraid that you spoke, when you crepped up finally realized i was ******* stuck displaying my heart, with my drawings ran out of my room you had me crying.... i attract the men, all of the spirits none of them could ever have my soul ticket you took control, five days awake, i was just unintentionally told to obey I'm the victim, you're the criminal, i was the one you got too physical, sleepin', and beaten while i'm dead, everything you've done has been left unsaid. eyes would open, to the pressure on my chest In my own home, I felt like the guest. I allowed you, took up all the time maybe you we were something in my past life. I never chose life, I always chose drugs always washing blood off in the tub. you tormented, mentally scared and abused the morning after every night, always bruised. getting the chills, writing this poem, i look over and there you were standing at my open door.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
razzleberry
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Sitting in the dark, alone in my room Demons behind me keeping me warm. Depressed as I am, keeps me distracted, reminding me of the last I reacted As I write this, they are acknowledge, they have answers to all my questions. One day its god, next its the devil possible one day i'll meet a angel. I used to say, i guess i still do satan will say hi and ill pay his revenue Maybe i love him, maybe im addicted always revealed himself when I was in the system. Its hard to cope, difficult to sleep especially always high on the tweak all i can think of, when i lay down "You can be my queen and wear my crown" there when you were, there when you weren't my room is a constant energy current i knew it got bad, when you were all i think about, wake up from a bad dream not able to shout. caught myself, giving into your spell when you spoke to me on my cell crazy as i was, was i as crazy? The thought of you touching my body. You scared me away, whispered in my ear "I am here" afraid that you spoke, when you crepped up finally realized i was ******* stuck displaying my heart, with my drawings ran out of my room you had me crying.... i attract the men, all of the spirits none of them could ever have my soul ticket you took control, five days awake, i was just unintentionally told to obey I'm the victim, you're the criminal, i was the one you got too physical, sleepin', and beaten while i'm dead, everything you've done has been left unsaid. eyes would open, to the pressure on my chest In my own home, I felt like the guest. I allowed you, took up all the time maybe you we were something in my past life. I never chose life, I always chose drugs always washing blood off in the tub. you tormented, mentally scared and abused the morning after every night, always bruised. getting the chills, writing this poem, i look over and there you were standing at my open door.
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