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Demons

I don't think you understand this; I'm not living well.
I don't think you'll ever get that this world is my hell.
I always feel so left behind when I am far ahead.
I always feel that though I live, I am surely dead.
I have tried to let you know and someday you might see
These feelings that I hold inside are begging to break free.
These demons that live in my head are crawling through my skin,
Making holes to find the air. I'll never let them win.
I push them back and close the holes; they'll never see the light.
I'll shut them down, won't let them out, they'll always be inside.
You try to help, but it's no good; they'll haunt your mind instead.
Let them stay, I do not mind, for I'm already dead.