demons
My demons,
They are scratching to the surface,
They are clawing at my skin,
They are craving their nails into my bones,
They are eating at my skin.
My demons are malicious,
My demons are turning me into something I hate,
Please don't get close,
Please don't reach out to me,
Please don't call my name,
My demons are hiding,
My demons are lurking,
My demons are watching,
My demons are ready to attack me.
They are ready to choke me and make me their bitch,
They are ready to drown me underneath the icy surface,
They are ready to take me down with them,
And as of now?
I couldn't care less.
a.b.
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Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
