I LOST MYSELF. THE DEMONS TOOK OVER. I COULDN'T STOP CRYING. EACH OF MY WOUNDS WERE OPEN ONCE AGAIN. THEY RIPPED THEM APART SHOWING THEM TO EVERYONE. THEY LAUGHED IN MY HEAD SAYING HOW PATHETIC I WAS TO FALL FOR ANOTHER GIRL. NO ONE IS SUPPOSE TO LOVE ME BACK. NO ONE IS SUPPOSE TO DEAL WITH THE MADNESS I CALL MY THOUGHTS, OR THE INSANITY I CALL MY MIND. NO ONE AS PERFECT AS YOU IS SUPPOSE TO BE WITH SOMEONE LIKE ME. NOW THAT'S INSANITY. BUT I HAVE YOU AND I'M TRYING REALLY HARD TO NOT SCARE YOU AWAY WITH THE BATTLE WOUNDS I NOW POSSES. NOT THE ONES THAT ARE ON ARMS BUT THE ONES YOU CAN SEE THROUGH MY EYES. YOU CAN SEE THE REGRET AND PAIN IN THEM FROM PAST CHOICES. I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE. THE THOUGHTS ARE QUIET WHEN YOU ARE AROUND AND THE DEMONS LEAVE ME ALONE. IT'S LIKE THEY KNOW I CAN ONLY BE HAPPY AROUND YOU. AND THEY DON'T WANT TO DISTURB THAT HAPPINESS. I USE TO SAY LIVING INSIDE MY MIND WAS SAFER BECAUSE IT FELT LIKE HOME. I WAS WRONG. I'VE NEVER FELT SAFER IN ANYTHING ELSE THAN IN YOUR ARMS. YOU'RE MY HOME, AND I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE.
