Every night before bed there is a sense of eerie in my spirit, when i fall a sleep i know its only a certain amount of time where i start to sweat. I fear what’s behind my own eyes.

Everything glows read and the sky screams to be heard. The place haunts me in my sleep and i never knew what it truly meant, am i meant to be here alone. I cant see nothing but the thing in front of me but eyes watch me all over.

_I feel them watching _

_The watchers _

_The ones that stay quiet and dont say a word _

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My personal hell, where im completely alone. The darkness consumes me and becomes my own, my mind flushes thoughts of abuse when i walk around, my past, my present

_Im the bad guy _

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The tree never dies it demands to be seen.

It demands for the the truth and the truth is hard to give when i dont even want to face it.. _I cant _

_I cant face the abuse _

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I cant tell the truth on why i am, it seems silly

But the tree hears our thoughts and it will punish any one that tries to run.