My Demons
There is a fear I face everyday
Alone, darkness swiftly invades
Trapped by these four walls
No escape as my heart falls
Silence unfolds in a mysterious way
As my demons come out to play
I try to run and hide
But you see my demons, they live inside,
Desperately I try to ignore
As my sanity slips through the door,
Not knowing if what I’m seeing is real
I stab myself to see if I feel
The wound I’ve inflicted begins to bleed
My demons rejoice, for this is what they need
Reluctantly, I accept the gift they bring
Around my neck, I’ll hang from a string
Lights grow dim, I begin wheezing
Distantly I hear a faint screaming
Someone has come in to save me
They clean up my wounds,
I swallow the pills they give me
For now my demons have gone away
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