my demons are dying, i think i'm healing
this wonderful, unfamiliar feeling
but who's to say that i'd like to feel grief
as they disappear, there's only relief
i've been released of my darkness, released from my past
no longer wondering how long it will last
it's over, it's done, i'm through with this forever
burning the memories so i won't have to remember
a smile on my face, and this one is real
fading scars don't need covering, no more need to conceal
i can finally sleep with no nightmares at night
i'm looking to my future, following the light
but then, one day, it all turns around
my happiness leaves when it had just been found
i remember my demons, my self-worth, my life
it comes rushing back, all the pain and the strife
i thought it'd been done for, it was over, it's through
but dark is never bright no matter what i seem to do
scars reappear, on my skin and in my mind
no more happy, cheerful days, now death is all i find
and i begin to cover up again, my emotions are done
no more hope, no more smiles, no more laughter or fun
it was good while it lasted, and i lose myself once more
ruining my chance is what sadness is meant for
time continues on, but you know what they say
even a broken clock is right twice a day
maybe i'll get better again, if just for a while
i still long for the old feeling of an honest, true smile
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Poetrythis is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber assembling their philosophies with pieces of broken memories