death escape your demons
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Skipping meals, once again
how does this happen,
how is this a trend?
it isn't trendy
to starve oneself
yet here I am
Oh, how I wish the demons would simply go away
As I try to navigate my seeming endless maze of days.
But no, I live in tandem with all their nagging harps,
I am someone who just wants to escape
To flee the deep, dark depths of my mind
To a place free of dibilitating pain
The kind of pain that grips my throat and suffocates me
I want to be beautiful
There was a pretty angel,
once upon a time.
And this is her sad story,
of her heart of mine.
When I was little monsters didn't hide under my bed.
They screamed at me from inside my head.
I dreamt of death and being alone.
I was always crying, never finding a home.
There was a time when I was free,
of any worry and fear.
There was a time when I wanted to fly,
visit all over, far and near.
But then you reach a certain age,
where time seems to move quicker.
