Sandra James Poems

The hours pass by and I am left wondering why.
I sit alone on my bed, thinking of all the things that were said.
My parents are arguing in the background, all I want to do is drown out the sound.
I listen to music for hours on end, hoping to find an answer in them.
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Demons whisper, as darkness falls.
They're everywhere and want your call.
They taunt you and make you see things.
That you thought could only be seen in dreams.
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If I could feel everyone's pain, if I could feel every tear off of someone's face.
Would I be able to relate?
If I could feel everyone's happiness, if I could feel every spark of delight.
Would I be able to shine as bright?
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