To be, or not to be heard?
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When I write, I do not write to be heard
I write because I struggle with my own words
I fight with them inside my head
They advance and are nourished, my words are fed
Fed to the demon inside of me
To kill, to destroy, this battle I bleed
It bleeds out of my soul and through my skin
I fight it, I try, but then let it in
To the deepest parts I cannot control
This inherently bad place inside my soul
We all struggle with being good
And carrying out life as we know we should
But sometimes these words take over our life
And then we are overtaken with loathing and strife
We need somewhere to pour it all
Where could we pour these horrible falls
My writing contains the most gruesome of words
So I hide them from others, I want not to be heard