Saving Hope

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My demon talks to me a lot,
so often that I can no longer decipher the difference between it and my real thoughts.

I want to believe that I'm good enough, that I'm making them proud, that I'm not letting her down, that he really feels the same, that I'm a great sister, and that I can make people feel loved.

I want to.
I hope I do.
My demon tells me otherwise.
No matter what you say..
My demon continues to rise,
From the grave, everyday.

I hope the people around me know, this battle I'm facing is tough. My friends hit me with sugar-coated facts, but my demon pops up to throw salt-coated facts right back.

I'm trying really hard, sometimes I just need..
Reassurance.
I need,
Intimacy.
I need,
Support.
And perhaps, I need a little
Love.