Tortured Mind

The rising of demons.
When hells voice is screaming.
The thoughts all inside.
Can no longer find a place to hide.
The torture scars all the time.
Living life in the dirt and grime.
Wishing for a better path.
Trying not to feel any sad.
Anger is here, but never shows.
Happiness puts on a false glow.
Inside hurts while outside bears the world.
What is one to do when the heart runs cold?

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