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Inner Demons, Inner War
Few figures in the world of poetry have been so mysterious from a psychological standpoint. Her seclusion began in when she was approximately 30 years old and ended on the day of her death when she was During her seclusion, she chose to wear white and never leave the confines of her room. However, this isolation allowed her to immerse herself fully in her literary work. Without a doubt, her solitude led to enough inspiration for her artistic creations.
The Gunshot My demons, possessing goat horns trying to devour me i scream and cry, a storm howling outside but you don't seem to hear me i look into your eyes, wondering what went wrong i've been tryin' to find the answer for so long but by the time i remember, their fangs sink into me all went black, nothing can help me to my surprise i'm awoken again but something's not right I see no demons anywhere you're the only thing in my sight. Sinking I'm sinking into the depths again, I feel like the familiar weight upon my chest, it's so damn hard to breathe. I see the darkness again with no light. God, I keep falling back here no matter how hard I try. My demons are no longer clawing at me but wait for my return, they cuddle and purr all around me and makes feel safe.
Prev Poem. I loved your poem. This is coming from a year-old women who has suffered all my life with a bi-polar disorder. As you get older, in my case, the disorder is stronger, and I don't have joy Read complete story. I know I'm smiling but don't take it as for what it seems 'Cause the only time I'm happy is when I'm in my dreams 'Cause my life is that lonely kid cast out in the shadows Full of tears, frowns, and many lost battles Down in a black hole trying to escape depression But you can't run away from what will always be your reflection And as you run away reality is getting nearer And instead of changing you, you try to change the mirror But what do you do when the mirror falls down?
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It's the silent killer not many wish to believe in, the reason so many chose death as a way of running from it. And for the longest time - sometimes even now - I fall under that spell. It's so hard to escape it, impossible even. For the longest time I had refused help. I had much rather harm myself, to leave scars on my body, than even whisper the word 'help.