Fight - a poem

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I am the darkness,

I am not right,

I am the reason,

you can't sleep at night.

I'm your worst nightmare

I'm the scum of the world

I'm a black whole

I'm evil unfurled 

I like to plant things in your mind,

and watch them grow,

and destroy and destruct

as you reach a new low.

I'm a mind fuck 

I like to make people suffer

I like to watch you cry

Whilst you throw up your supper.

I am the voice in the back of your head,

the one that whispers

"they wouldn't care if you're dead".

I trick and torment you.

I feed you lies.

I burn and desert you.

Whilst you slowly die.

Do you know what I am?

this thing I describe?

It's you. I'm you

Just deep down, inside.

So get up off the floor,

and stop with your cries,

and go face the beast,

and reclaim your lives.

Fight to the death,

beat to the pulp,

and don't you stop,

until you get help.

Because you are loved,

there's nothing to fear,

it's all in your mind,

they can't hurt you here.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 20, 2012 ⏰

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