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Inner Demons


The light coming through the clouds

right before the sun sets leaves a trail of fire

But nothing compares to the way

your face lights up when she walks into the room

 

A pile of dirty laundry left all over the floor

because picking up those clothes means

reliving all those memories that you're no longer here to make

 

Staying together even if the feeling isn't there anymore

because it's too much effort to start over with someone new

 

Messy handwriting over all your papers to hide

the fact that you view yourself as a horrible monster

 

The muscles pinching your nerve causing carpal tunnel

just like the tears that pinch your head through the rough nights

 

A graveyard of old friends with distant memories that you can't bear to step foot in 

because now it's just a reminder of how everything is worse now

 

The refusal to eat food because you've simply

lost the desire to eat and you're too fat for food anyways

 

Racing glances through the crowd to see which charade

of your being to act out based on the people around

 

A single tear rolling down your face because any more

would cause a flood and any less hides the pain deep inside

 

Blankets to cover you while you sleep so you don't feel so alone

in this messed up island of loneliness we're all stranded on

 

The sound of a door opening just to hear it shut again 

like every missed opportunity that you weren't able to take

 

- These are the thoughts that engulf the silence and fade the world to black

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