The Demons Inside

My body is starving, but not because im hungry

Days go by, i sit, i stand, always quiet

I am full of insecurites and doubts

Nobody sees them, i keep them to myself

People offer help, but i refuse, only because i do not know what is wrong

I feel different, i feel alone

This world, this corrupt world, keeps moving

But i feel as if i only move backwards

The stress of my life overwhelms me

Whenever im happy, something bad happens, and it fades away

My life has been full of things fading away

But those things that keep fading away slowly, ever so slowly, starve me

And it forces me to be eaten alive by my own hurts

Dwelling on things that will never come, things that will never change


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