Dark Hours

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Leaving the last days leaving the last days I never knew that I was damaged until I started reading about it and the books that's when I realized that I contained demons demons that I needed to get rid of I didn't know how to and I still don't know how to sometimes I wish there was somebody out there who was waiting to build me up for some time and then I'll continue by myself but I realized there wasn't but I knew that there was a person who was willing to take off every weekend that I put into myself and watch me break and fall all over again they were willing to see me die and suffer they were willing to see me go down on my knees begging for the life that I was meant to leave when it becomes dark I can't see the light that is fading away reminding me that it's not getting better but it's getting worse they always say there's a light at the end of the tunnel  but sometimes there's nothing in the tunnel you just have to make it by yourself it's never got easier it's got worse sometimes certain things okay but sometimes they're not we always think we're doing the best for ourselves without realizing we are harming ourselves putting ourselves in isolation because it's the best but sometimes it's not we humble selves to believe that we deserve the worst and actuality we all deserve the best but it's hard to believe when you never get the pain anymore it's never going to be easy but we will always cross the bridge when we get there