I see the demons. They surround me. They tear me apart. They break me. Then they leave. Once I've managed to mostly piece myself back together they return to destroy me once again. It's a war. One that has been going on for years. And unfortunately I'm losing the battles. Sinking lower into the pit of despair. Every time I close my eyes, take a step, take a breath, they appear. They insult me. Tell me I'm doing nothing but hurt people. That I ruin people's lives. And then they tell me that no one be hurt if I just disappeared. If I was gone then I couldn't hurt them anymore. Then I wouldn't ever hurt anyone ever again.
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RandomEverything written is real. Names will be changed for privacy. These are thoughts and memories. The things I see. Perspective.
