Voices, voices inside my head...
Spit and spit the same thing over and over
Day after day
They won't lighten up
Keeping me trapped inside my head
These voices are the voices of my demons
They haunt my dreams day and night
Month after month
I can't stop them
I wish I could shut these voices up...
I hate them like i hate my life.
But love is death and death Is love.
Maybe one day theses demons will let me go,
Let me forget all the wrongs ive done
Then maybe I'll get forgiveness.
Until then Im a slave inside my head...
My demons make me hate my skin...
Make me regret been alive
Wish they would shut up
They spit and spit over and over,
Just no way of making then stop
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Poems For The Broken
PoetryA collection of poems made by, for or about the broken. If you want your poem to be featured in the book, please PRIVATE MESSAGE the author with: -The poem -The name of the poem -The authors name (can be anonymous if you wish) ----> dogpower77...
