sometimes i wish i could show you,
my cold bare bones.
but they're stained with darkness,
and this pain is my own.
because what kind of monster would i be,
to taint your radiant light?
see, i'm nothing but a looming shadow,
withering everything in sight.
and it's dark in my mind,
darker than you could ever believe.
you can keep asking if i'm alright,
but this pain is such that i would never let you see.
and i'm so sorry,
i never meant to cause you such pain
i guess that's all i'm good at,
i just wish our levels of brightness could be the same.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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