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Here it’s scary, here it’s cold,
Demons feed on you, emotions are sold.

It’s darker than the night, it’s creepier than the creep,
Bruised flesh, the roads are too steep.

You stumble upon a rock, every time you step,
You cry alone, won’t find any help.

A mind full of lies, a heart full of hopes,
You knew it all well when you cut all your ropes.

'She is crazy!’, are words on the street,
You smile at them, they are in for a treat.

Screams and abuses, they heard it alright,
Teenage outbursts made rounds, every night.

A hug so warm would have been so nice,
You stop, it’s too late, nothing can suffice.

Towards the unknown, the path might take,
Scared, but not so, cause too much at stake.

Move along, like a soldier you start.
It’s too much for you, only a little heart.

Hitting the ground, you take one last shot,
The time you hit, iron was hot.

You hear what they say, you see what they did,
You killed yourself, they watched you as they hid.

Here it’s scary, here it’s cold,
Demons feed on you, emotions are sold.

Credits: Quite inspired by the song that Katniss sings for Rue in hunger games except that here, it’s not safe.

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