Category : Poems

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I'm not good at poems. I'm not good at rhyme. I'ma tell you a story 'bout Kyra's life. She wanted to end it. There was a dead line. That seemed to be awakened. Suicidal has always been on her mind. The color black swallowed her whole. Along with her depression, anxiety, and others to be told. While crying when no heard. She always wished the demons had known. The lies she told. Seemed to always be on hold. No matter what you said she was always right. But June 6th, on a lonely night. She took a deep breath with death in her head. She took one too many and got lost in her bed. She was 2 seconds from the dead. The next she awoke in bed. She saw the pistol in her hands. And thought who's next with blood on my hands. Talk about monster and the scary. But nothing was compared little old Kyra's mind. Besides the dead. I may have had too much led. But let me tell you something. Kyra is dead. With lights flashing and tape around her head. But depression is what I bleed. So dont plant the demon seed. Even though they're still there.The demon that awaits is all in your head.