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D E M O N S
Those screaming
filled me with fear.
Why am I still here?
The voice inside my head,
awful things were said.
They whispered,
"Sleep, darling. Do not fret."
Yet the words they spoke
made me upset.
My demons drowned me.
I couldn't breathe.
I tried to get up.
But they just wouldn't stop.
I suffocate in their presence
Why couldn't they just stop?
I need help, good heavens.
I need to wake up.
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Tragic | poetry
Poetry❝She never cried, never uttered a word. Only her eyes spoke. Big, tragic eyes.❞
