Am I in pain ?
or is it just sorrow and sadness
that is making me delusional
blurring the lines between grief and wounds ?
Are my tears real ?
fallen due to sheer agony in my body
is it in my control or like everything else
its slipping beneath my fingers too ?
Am I closing my eyes
because I want to fall asleep
or is it because it is so dark that
it doesn't matter whether my eyes are closed or apart ?
Am I really breathing to live the next moment
or am I actually just breathing
waiting for the day
when this task won't be mine to do anymore ?
Are my demons really surfacing
pulling me down as they come up
or have they been there forever
and I am already there .. too deep too far,
to ever come back
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My demons
Poetrysometimes we can ignore them.. but sometimes they won't let us - Amy Poehler