My Demons


This is my pain

This is why i am insane

My anxiety gets the best of me

But that is not how it should be


This haunts me in the middle of the night

The very very worst sight

It makes me feel weak and small

I just want to curl up into a ball


I cry myself to sleep

To try and get rid of the demons that I know are deep

Deep inside my thoughts 

The ones I have forever fought


But my fighting has come to an end

The note that I will have to send

I can not move on with my life

Because with demons I am rife


But don't do that, for there is hope

Hope that all will heal and you will no longer mope

You have angels to guide you and make you feel strong

When you are with them you can do no wrong



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