i laugh with people who don't know
The damage they create in me
Cuts of Infinity and deep
Wounded open flesh.
Ice cold shattered heart
Makes painful art
Art of a thousand scattered stars
To wounded scars.
Dry cold laughter's and smiles
Yet wet, bloodshot eyes
With an oozing heart
Stone cold shriveled conscious.
Still standing finding fake peace
Trying to take things at ease
To silence all my demons
And stop talking to these voices in my head.
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