it's funny,
the darknesses that i see.
are the most vibrant of colors to you,
and the gloomiest of greys to me.
and it's ironic,
the pain that i constantly feel.
is but imaginary to you,
is something that just isn't real.
so maybe in the hollow end,
i'm the fading soul.
and you're the one living,
while i'm slowly losing control.
YOU ARE READING
Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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