By Natalia M Smith

Inhale the crisp cold air,
As you breathe through me.
Vision, pain and sorrow,
And look at what I see.

Feel the pain I go through,
As you touch my bleeding wrist.
And have your heart be broken,
To experience a painful twist.

Hide yourself behind a mask,
For no one else to see.
Wear long sleeves to cover scars,
And you'll be just like me.

Be tortured by the voices,
As you seek deep into my mind.
And look for endless hallways,
To see what you will find.

Block the light that guided you,
Be blinded by the dark.
For deep upon my soul,
Imprinted is the Devil's mark.

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