Unspoken

It was Me all Along

Once I was trying to end it all. Didn't even know who to call.

I needed Help and I needed it fast. I was left stranded thinking about my past,
Which had gone, torn apart.

The people I knew surely loved me alot but still I thought I was drifting apart.

The Demons inside me had won the battle. I had lost, I had no way to tackle.

They wanted the red dark river to flow, 
I had no power, no right to stop and it started dripping drop by drop

But the feeling of self-esteem had grown a little when I started to scream in a dark room gittle.

I realized the hate, that was actually mine. The demons were me and me all this time.

(Talk to people before it is too late, Some might need your help and you never realize)