Dairy of a broken dreamer.

Befriended my demons.

I've come to accept them.
They linger around me like the oxygen I breathe.
Encapsulating my mind and soul like an ancient seal that was enchanted with a forgotten language.
Our faiths intertwined with one another.
My demons follow me everywhere I go
Like my shadow, they are never really gone even though they are invisible to the naked eye. The deepest scares are always never seen .
Being trapped in this endless spiral that mutates and changes every waking moment of my life, I dread opening my eyes in the mornings.
The fear that consumes me is suffocating and draining.
I look at those around me and think how all I can do is muster up, but a simple smile when everything in me is screaming for all the torment to stop.
I find it baffling how my fragile soul can nurture others yet poisons itself .
Dragging my mind to the depts of eternal purgatory.
I lay and watch as my life passes by with no pause or do-over, just an endless forgotten tv show on repeat.
I've learned to be comfortable in their presence.
I listen to their screams of pain and torture, and all I can do is be their comfort for those same demons that haunt me today were once dreams of a little girl who once loved life.