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Inside this head of mine.
Coming home.
Dark rooms.
Scattered voices.
Taunting.
Can't find the light.
I'll just sit here,
In the nothingness.
Fold over into myself.
And let my mind run wild.
Set my demons free.
I won't try and escape.
I've been running too long.
I've been avoiding.
I've been scared.
I've been like them.
I've been a pussy.
I will sit here.
As they tear me apart.
Limb by limb.
Their tongues like centipedes.
Their skin like razors.
Claws made from of saws.
Teeth of shards.
Glassy eyes, black.
Never ending.
Horrid.
It's okay.
I'm getting what I deserve.
They rip my skin from me.
They tear my mask of happiness away.
Throwing every insult in my face
That I've heard since I was born.
Devouring my soul.
My emotions.
My sensitivity to feeling.
To anything.
From anyone.
The demons inject a numbness into me.
That goes so deep,
Lasts so long,
I feel as if I'll never escape.
Back to reality.
Back to insanity.
Back to this hell hole.
I replace my mask onto my face,
Pull my skin pelt back on.
Breathe.
Open your eyes.
Wake up.
You're not in your mind anymore.
You're in reality.
Dark rooms.
Scattered voices.
Taunting.
Can't find the light.
I'll just sit here,
In the nothingness.
Fold over into myself.
And let my mind run wild.
Set my demons free.
I won't try and escape.
I've been running too long.
I've been avoiding.
I've been scared.
I've been like them.
I've been a pussy.
I will sit here.
As they tear me apart.
Limb by limb.
Their tongues like centipedes.
Their skin like razors.
Claws made from of saws.
Teeth of shards.
Glassy eyes, black.
Never ending.
Horrid.
It's okay.
I'm getting what I deserve.
They rip my skin from me.
They tear my mask of happiness away.
Throwing every insult in my face
That I've heard since I was born.
Devouring my soul.
My emotions.
My sensitivity to feeling.
To anything.
From anyone.
The demons inject a numbness into me.
That goes so deep,
Lasts so long,
I feel as if I'll never escape.
Back to reality.
Back to insanity.
Back to this hell hole.
I replace my mask onto my face,
Pull my skin pelt back on.
Breathe.
Open your eyes.
Wake up.
You're not in your mind anymore.
You're in reality.
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