Shredded

Aakash Dahal
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

The night gets scary as I see the demons rise

Demons with in me, Bursting the doors of my heavily heart

Hellish Knights rip my mind, As I binge drink all night

I know how to move yet I fall to get up from here

The voices from the past keep dragging me back

In the circle of pain where my heart has thousand paper cuts

My scream sounds beautiful as I put it out in words

Yet my gut is beaten like a broken beat bag ripped apart

But I will move and crawl and stand

For revenge on this pain is to heal with strength

And I cannot quit this battle, because if I do

The flowers of smile will be shred to pieces

So I will live, hopelessly hoping

To have some hope in this hopeless life I live.

Aakash Dahal

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