There is a storm inside my soul;
where guilt and shame rain down.
demons' cries and accusations rumble
in these darkened skies;
they leave me in fearful tears,
the war in my mind manifested
In the lightning strike and thunderclap
The downpour that flood the streets
Wind tearing down the homes and trees
I just wait like a time bomb ticking
And explode when I least expect it
Welcome to the bottom of hell
For I am a hurricane with my tongue
Ripping apart the ones I care for
Which leaves me ashamed of who I am
Forgive me maybe; but you will never forget
And I cannot expect you to...
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The Ragamuffin Path
PoetryElijah Rowan Killinger has bipolar disorder. Along with the severe moodswings she has been addicted to pornography and is struggling with binge-eating disorder. She is a recovering cutter and finds it difficult to believe that she can be forgiven fo...
