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

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