Confusion in the MorgueA Poem by KeiraIt's been lifeI hate how everything seems to be spiraling into this eternal spot of dark of how I just keep finding ways to cheapen myself and make me feel lower than dirt I've found the perfect person to complement me in life to put me up, to save me from the eternal undertoe complicated ways to make thing harder to put me through stress and depression to long to see the blood once more even though no one knows what's inside I still feel the opressive demon rearing it's startingly beautiful head I hate how I drag myself down to the filth in which I used to live It's like subconciously I think that's where I belong that I don't deserve the richness that I find myself in and it causes all these contradicting feelings that tear me up inside And it just makes me feel... Normal © 2008 KeiraAuthor's Note
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