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A Poem by Dead

The voice inside my head is speaking again,
It tells me how worthless I am,
I'm drowning in all my sin,
If i can't make myself better then no one can,
Music is my only escape,
From the voices calling me names,
My smile is just a disguise,
To hide the broken and pained look in my eyes.

© 2015 Dead


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you are not worthless and you will never be worthless......don't let anyone tell you that you are worthless....

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is very much how I felt at your age, even with the part about music being your only escape. I listened to music a lot in those days.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Dead

10 Years Ago

Thanks for being my big brother I have no clue what I would do without you...
Jake Donald Stephens

10 Years Ago

You're very welcome.

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Added on December 11, 2015
Last Updated on December 17, 2015

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