I'm still terrified for what I've done
You see me preaching self love
But I'm still terrified for what I've done
The demons sometimes keep knocking at my door
Yelling that they haven't found a home
Other than the one I once provided
Everything turns gray all of the sudden and I can't help but take away my guns
Because they've lived with me so much it's hard to see them as intruders
You see me recover from life strikes and wars and I know I'm way up to fall down one more time
But have I ever really gone this far?
Am I ever gonna really take them out?
You can see the good parts of the story because days haven't felt so quiet and happy as today
But sometimes they crawl themselves hill up and arrive with a thirst of love
And only my soul can satisfy them
YOU ARE READING
Take a look beyond, inside.
PoetryI'm only going to express myself, no more. I hope we can connect, see hope. But I am not a writer. Sometimes I even doubt I'm a human as well.
