I think I drank a lil too much
I think I’m feelin out of touch
Love so deep can’t get enough
Feel so weak think I’m in love
These demons always get the best of me
Make it so hard choking me till I can’t breathe
Can’t sleep drinkin late at night
Mind foggy it’s gone feelin alright
When I’m numb I’m safe
you can’t hurt what’s dead find your place
Safe space ain’t so safe when demons creepin in ur head
Grabbin a hold of my soul a lil too tight
I ain’t safe sleepin that’s when they creep
Lookin grabbin reachin for my soul all night
Nothin is alright
Help
No one understands the pain
The things that drive me deep insane
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The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
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