What have we done with are lives?
Is this what we want?
Or is this where we want to be?
What have we done to are lives?
Made them a living hell.
A serene chaotic hell.
Messed up feelings
And messed up hair
Oh! That's what we do well.
We try to run away,
From the demons that haunt,
Those that rip us,
Leave us shattered.
But how can we run from
Ourselves?
For we're the demons in our hell.
YOU ARE READING
𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌
PoetryHighest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells
