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Demons

The demons are calling me So, I will completely see The how the darkness is so deep And so very steep, I'm so ing up Completely stuck, in the deep muck Without the ing luck, I need to survive The dark, it's breaking my soft heart My lost soul, is now turning cold I'm so grateful, I never let go And for mistakes, even though it would always break me, and tries to take me Away from the future I have, but everybody Makes me feel like nothing, I'm demons Are starting to bother me. My game, is tamed the same thing In my mind, but sometimes I can't find The kind of sanity I need And it's a problem, which I need to solve them Being a can stick But it ed up and that's what sup. I'm trash, such an outcast Feelin lost, and what's the cost If I'm found, with the sound Who's wearing the crown, because I'm drowning Going down, in the deep Where the cliff is steeper and the reaper With take me, and see me Struggling to see, what it's like to be free. Feelin like I'm trash, such an outcast Feelin lost and what's the cost If I'm found, with the sound Who's wearing the crown Because I'm drowning Going down, in the deep Where the cliff is steeper And the reaper, will take me And see me, in hell Locking me in the cell. Wondering why, I feel dead inside Because I cry, wanting to be alright And to see the light. Not feelin worth it, so I serve them The feelin I have, in a rap. My vision is just sittin Staring at my life, wishin it right. But the sight is nice in the dark So, I stay there, with so much care. The pain is back again And I don’t know why, so I try To pick myself up, but it sucks Feeling like this, worthless. When I see a bruise, I feel like I lose Everything I had. Trying to stay strong, even tho Nothing is wrong, but something inside Keeps me from the fight. I start sulking, remembering the bullies Who had put me down and make me feel like drownin. The impact, always just sat The back of my mind So, I try to dry my tears And feel like I’m going somewhere. Tryin to be a giver, so, others have hope To learn to cope, but the rope, Is saying ‘nope’, and drags me down a slope. My heart is like fine art for the worlds new start so sweetheart You’re not alone. I want a fresh start but when they take my heart and tear it apart. Please, someone save me From the mess, before I guess I should end it. The pain I feel drives me insane But I will gain power from the rain

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