I cried so hard, my tears got dried and messed with my mind.
I started seeing things and hearing voices that made me seem mad.
I was losing my mind, that I knew right.
Living in hell and paradise at the same time. Oh my! I got stuck in the middle of two kinds, the angel and the devil stood behind.
Each fought to keep me on his side, but I was not having the time to decide.
Now I'm down.
Not hurt by words or actions but by my thought influenced decisions.
On every wall in me they made incisions.
Now tears are back, not in water drops but in words and ink drops.
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