I am gasoline waiting for the match to elite the flame
I am poison waiting to be drank
I am a never ending forest fire killing Everything in its sight
I am a demon that takes innocent souls
Tearing them into pieces
Filling them with the toxic chemicals living in my mind
I am a monster who is out for blood
Build people up winning their trust
Hiding be kind the mask of a happy best friend
With the knife in hand
I don't need another soul to crush
My conscience is already horrible enough
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Through our eyes
PoetryThrough our eyes, shows what it is like to live with mental health, poems, diary entry's, all rising awareness and showing how much stigma there still is around mental health. From different mental illnesses too the side effects they can have on som...
