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Inner demons

  • Writer: Ariel Kranich
    Ariel Kranich
  • Jan 24, 2018
  • 1 min read

Hidden

Under my clothes are my battle wounds from the war inside of my head, in which I tend to hide from you all.

Plenty of people ask if anything is wrong with me, but I struggle to get the words out and no one really wants to know your real answer.

Big Black Hole

After it pulls you into it you can not get out.

So you spend days locked in your room.

You begin to feel like doing nothing.

Countless nights are spent sleepless.

Constantly you hope that things will get better.

Her

Everything she saw was black and white.

She began to turn her wrists red so she could see color.

Nights showed black and Days showed white.

Her pain shown life and a pure meaning.

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