Stupid Girl: You asked for help, for forgiveness. You trusted that you could go back to normal. That this could be forgotten. You trusted that they cared for your well being. That they wanted you safe. You thought that they cared to take your demons away, us. You thought they could bring you back to the light. But they didn't care. That's why you're here at one in the afternoon have to face your demons that shouldn't rise till the late lonely hours. Without the any electronics for distractions they don't have to worry for the sunlight- they can't scorch if you're alone.
You can't shut us out. You're left with nothing to do but let them attack. That's why you're writing our thoughts down and letting us live.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Demons
PoésieHow do you manage when you're confined to be alone and your demons attack. No distractions no help. But those demons are broken, and all they can say is, stupid, stupid girl.
