My head is throbbing,

my mood is deteriorating.

I can’t seem to tune out

the demons in my mind.

They scream and scrape

like nails on a chalkboard...

scratching away hope

and leaving a residue

of evil intentions.

I just can’t get over

my bad attitude.

I just can’t find anything

to smile about.

My heart is black,

tarred through and through.

Who will clean me now?

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