I was just a kid when I noticed I had demons in my head. Back then it was so much easier to cope with it. The older I get the more my Demons tournament me. People don't see my demons so they just assume they are nonexistent. They are just hiding inside of my head held back by the company by my family, friends and my amazing boyfriend. When company is gone my demons run around freely with not a single fuck to give knowing they are destroying me from the inside out. At night when I'm lonely my demons gather together and attack me all at once not even letting me take a breath in between. I stay in bed crying and hoping I'm not just another suicide in this Lousy ass town. Every day my demons stack another weight on my chest and I'm to the point I can't lift them off by myself. Doctors say I need meds but I want to be truly happy and not have to take what people call a happy pill. Back to my family, friends and boyfriend I'm genuinely happy when I'm with them I don't tell my parents about my demons because they will think I'm crazy. My friends don't even know the half of it and my boyfriend knows about every thing but wants to blame himself for me being unhappy. My story is just simply not over yet and I won't let my demons end me.
