Demons


You think you are worthless
You think you are plain
You think that you deserve the pain
You draw on your skin
The blade is your brush
Nobody will care
Nobody ever does
You roll down your sleeves
And your pants cover up
The art that you made with those blades and your blood
I see you at school
I know what you do
What you don't know is that I feel it too
I feel that I'm worthless
I fight through the pain
Through all the thoughts
Cramming in my brain
I want to help
Show you how to push through
You think I don't know
But your pain hurts me too
You tell me half truths
Cause you think I don't see
The demons haunting you
Are also haunting me

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