They attack me all at once, sometimes they leave me breathless and all I can do is sit there, accepting it. Every terrible memory comes flooding back and no matter what I do they don't stop it gets worse and worse until it consumes me. The sadness. The demons digging in my head, trying to break out of my skull and destroy everything left of me and taunt me while it tortures me with hideously horrible truths. They smile at me as they see me fall apart, they know I'm getting worse, they know I can't hold on. For hours this is all I have, demons fighting for a way out. Screaming isn't enough, they enjoy that too much.. They also love when they get you to that point where the only thing that can stop the thoughts...is self harm.
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Demons inside me
HorrorThe truth about what happens when your trying to fight your demons, it's a win or lose battle.
