This is a slightly disturbing poem I wrote. No idea why I wrote it, but that's the point. Trash it then burn it.
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Each day you ask me how I feel,
but I never let you know.
You wonder why I'm closed inside,
but that is just how I am.
The clouds that hide you from who I am,
are to save you from my darkest thoughts.
Never will you wish to know,
the pains I feel inside.
The night will come and true I feel,
but I never show you why.
The comfort I find in the dark,
will haunt you even when you wake.
I hope you never know who I am,
for death is comfort from what is in my mind.
The words that may slip my lips,
will curse the day you saw me first.
