All My Doubts
All my doubts like to torment me.
They take away my sleep and try to remind me what I'm doing wrong.
Sometimes they use phrases that people in real life have told me. To trick me into thinking that all the things they say are true.
They cut me, dig deep into my skin and make me bleed. They don't stop when I scream, not when the blood oozing out of me has stained my entire body red.
They get used to my flesh, my scorching skin, and I struggle trying to singe the wound. If only I didn't care, maybe then I wouldn't let them take all of me.
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Screaming Into The Void
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