rising up to the surface
grinding me down
like a tornado in my head
it goes round and round
fucked up thoughts
and muffled feelings
self inflicted pain
becomes very appealing
i fight the urge
but i cant hide from the pain
this situation
is driving me insane
the release i need
is from the edge of that blade
the demon takes over
i just want to be saved
i talk to a friend
and say how are you
whats wrong with u
she can read me right through
she distracts me a while
till the urge goes away
iv stopped letting it get to me
6 months to the day
so il keep fighting on
let the demon fade away
its not getting fed any ammo
thats all iv got to say......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem