I don't know what to fucking do anymore,
I can't stop my self from shacking,
My demons are back,
They love playing hide and seek me,
I always hide as they seek,
They always find me,
I try to run, but it's no use they catch me,
They pin me down and devour me,
They wispier the lies and temptations in my ears,
They tell me they are my friends and I shouldn't run away,
The demons tell me to come with them to there home,
I struggle still trying to fight,
They pull me out of the light and leave me chained in the darkness
Why do I try to run you ask?
well have had many times with my demons before,
I hate them but I love them,
They give me pain by showing me life,
but they hand me the razor to numb the pain away,
My demons are my friend, but yet my enemy,
they are my enemy because of all my pain thoughts and misery,
But they are my friend because they held me when no one else did
YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants
