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those eyes that stare back 
haunted, trapped, broken 
nothing like the boy you were, 
lost behind that wall 
your brain created 
to keep the demons at bay, 
those that stole your smile 
and your laughter forever 
how you impersonate them so well, 
laughing at your own demise 
as though you were born 
to be your worse enemy, 
to hold yourself down 
in that swamp of damnation 
you never expected to wade in, 
you simply got lost along the way 
you have become them, 
gladly sharing their many sneers, 
to slice yourself open 
because they are the ones 
that long to bleed, 
no longer trying to prove 
you are still remotely human

Darkness for a Thursday