The thoughts that I have they tear me apart rip me open and expose my badness. no one else can see that however. The thoughts that I have make me cry make me weep Why do I weep? I have no answer only questions jumbled in my head. Why do I do this to myself? What is wrong with me? Am I not good enough for attention? Why can I not be happy? These are the questions that keep me awake Won't let me sleep torment my mind How can I do better? Waht am I doing wrong? The demon in my head won't let me answer for these questions are not good for him These questions also plague me, however but the demon is too strong He keeps me down and won't let me see anything but negative I cannot force the demon away, however because the demon inside of me is me.Birth sign: Leo
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