I heard the angels sing in my dreams.
Such a beautiful sound among the endless screams.
Then the demon spoke with such anger and vigor.
Reminding me of my faults, leaving me tearful and triggered.
Such glee it takes making my heart break.
Questioning my humanity, wondering how much more can I take.
Isolating from my family, for I see them as potential enemies.
Madness calls my name ever so sweetly, anticipating the end of me.
Too many voices fills me with too much doubt.
Scratching and crawling just to find a way out.
The demon preaches rage to me, proclaiming it will set me free.
It says all is lost, that I can never be who I used to be.
The truth is hard to grasp, for I have to accept who I've become.
No longer can I pretend to be happy, no longer can I expect that any help will come.
I've always been alone and it's honestly okay.
I'll handle it all, for I'm all I have anyway.
The demon did speak to me, just a reflection of who I don't want to accept.
As God as my witness, I'll learn what's it like to love myself.
