The Old Me
feels like the old me is back
as visions of suicide rushes
from the back as violent thoughts
haunts me. pain is my best friend
and death is my closest family
no longer do i smile as all i see
is a guy coming for me in the dark
demons holding me down
as i feel this beast emerging to the surface
its been a long while since this stranger
came to say hello and now his at my door
begging to be let in searching
for a way out of his cage
poem by Robert Roberts
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