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break (by cher)
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The deamon from my inside grips me tight squeezing me holding me here. It tells me lies that makes me love him but I do not love him I hate, I hate with all my heart and the little sole that I have left after the many years that he has been manipulating me into his world. I try to escape but his lies come out of me everytime I open my mouth. I try to tell him to go away but he smells my fear. With each tear drop that falls down my face he becomes stronger tightning his grip. I am confused do I let him slowly turn me into a reflection of himself or do I face my fear and concour him for once and all?
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