It’s brutal in my head,
It’s aching my heart.
Heavy tears never shed,
creative scenarios, venomous art.

It plays in my head on and again,
like a cassette tape, that failed to stay sane.
It’s a whispering demon I’ve befriended,
unintentionally,  unintended.

A company that joins you at the darkest hours,
an enemy that shows up with rose flowers.
Cutting deep into my soul that cries,
blown  kisses and unsaid good-byes.

Wake up, fight it harder than ever,
never a victory, whatsoever.
Accepting it is the only choice,
after all, what’s louder than a voice?


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