What do
I do
to make
the demons
in my
head run away?
You don’t
know
what they’ve
done
to me,
to you, to us.
They live
inside me
and cut
me open
Every night,
inside out.
I tried
to stand up
to the past,
to save my soul
at last.
But I
can’t keep
holding on
completely
on my own.
If you
ever find me
cold and
lost,
forsaken,
long gone,
spare a
bite
to feed
my ghost
and save
me from returning –
haunted, haunting
others lost.
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