Tale Of Two Lives

I had a friend ask me to cover a few topics: Mental Health, Drugs, Trauma. People who have given all, lost all, or feel unworthy to dream at all. We all have our demons, we all have failed, and we all need love and support. Here is a poem in honor to those still trying, still hoping.

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Devil on my shoulder

Monkey on my back

The voices getting bolder

Finding new ways to attack

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Voices speak, you cannot hear

But they’re talking, nonetheless

It’s getting pretty cramped in here

I feel like maybe I’m possessed

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I’m doing things I wouldn’t do

But it’s not me, it’s them

Please tell me that you see them too

Causing all of this mayhem

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Flashbacks of the things I’ve seen

Have moved deep inside my head

They build me up and then demean

Peace comes only when I’m dead

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No, I’m not saying that I want to die