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My Demons
Twisting and turning words in my head
Tightening their clutches pulling me down
Scrambling my mind into disarray
Giving life to the cruelty I cannot ignore
Their power regaining strength
Draining my worth til there is nothing left
An empty shell of self loathing
Second guessing all that I do
Believing I deserve the hurt
So foolish to think I was good enough
Walls come back up shutting myself off
Their whispering cackles ring in my ears
A quiet little misfit left begging, pleading
'Please just STOP!'
Tightening their clutches pulling me down
Scrambling my mind into disarray
Giving life to the cruelty I cannot ignore
Their power regaining strength
Draining my worth til there is nothing left
An empty shell of self loathing
Second guessing all that I do
Believing I deserve the hurt
So foolish to think I was good enough
Walls come back up shutting myself off
Their whispering cackles ring in my ears
A quiet little misfit left begging, pleading
'Please just STOP!'
Published 8th Jan 2020
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8th Jan 2020 8:57pm
8th Jan 2020 9:37pm
10th Jan 2020 00:26am
Good write tea cup
The emotions are well described
And unfortunately you are right, it is a common trait, maybe even to common
Well done
The emotions are well described
And unfortunately you are right, it is a common trait, maybe even to common
Well done
10th Jan 2020 10:35pm
It is too common, having the right someone who helps and locks them back up can make all the difference and things a little easier.
Thankyou :)
Thankyou :)
