one time, i asked you how can i set my demons free.
but, you did nothing but stare at me like i am a kryptonite that makes you weak and soft
or so i thought,
because you answered my question,
with dark, soft and understanding stare
telling me that 'i can't, yet you understand what i am going on through'
you held my wrist, to check if there are lines carved deeply in it
and you were right, there are lines carved upon it
by the time, you checked it; i thought you already knew,
that you are one of the reason why
maybe, you did or did not.
because you told me that 'no matter how many lines i draw on my pale skin and no matter how many pills i drink, i'm still going to wake up with my demons haunting me.'
and you were absolutely right about that,
unless i wanted to permanently kill the demons inside my head.
-dgsf
