lost

I feel lost and its to the point where i dont even know if the world is real,

Demons call names, call us home where they erase the lost and make found,

they sit and burns the pages in your mind, they burn page by page no pain,

they turn you to a creature, they train you for strenght, no pain no suffering

hell? hell is not real? demons in my head their real they attack my memory,

even if i wished for it away my demons come back, they turn my heart black,

they tell me its to late no need to go back. the world is hell, and you, your crap

whats lost is not found, and found cant be here, memories fade, you live the lost world

my demons tell me... family burns you, they sit and think your not true,

they tell you its ok but their not ok, they call you crazy, write it on my forehead, oh wait

use my name as the definition. because damn with all my problems they might as well use my

name as the FUCKING DEFINTION, THE ISSUES DOWN HERE! LOST!

im so fucking lost.... im sorry... i am... FUCK IT ALL, FUCK EMOTIONS

IM LOST...

This poem is about: 
Me

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