My Mind

"Its not that hard.." They say.

"Just dont think about it" they murmur,

But little do they know, 

How the thoughts ebb at the back of your mind. 

Whispering in your ear at all hours of the day,

Then screaming bloody murder in the dark. 

Begging you to fall back into a world of dark red.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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