My demon

by Shellaine shelli   Jun 21, 2008


Its been eating away at me
for so long,
its the demon that lives inside
and causes me to live through this life...

Its the demon that urges me to pick up the knife
Its the demon that tells me
"I need to take my own life"

It torments me
and leaves me on the floor
alone to bleed.
It leaves me to become
what I became.

The unholy demon swallowing me in
all my shame,
can anyone hear me out
Can anyone see my pain....

I walk into a room and am judged
before people even know
my name.
So I cut and it feels so good
I don't want to
but my self indulgent demon says I should.

Would you save me if you knew the truth
Would you change any of your judgmental views...
For this is a demon I
just cant escape,
its everywhere I go,
but I'll just pretend I'm fine
and allow my feelings not to show.

But if only you knew I'm
fighting it all alone,
its my demon....
I just cant escape...
Its the demon that has no control,
I look in the mirror and see nothing but an
empty shell, standing staring into the
insolence of my self inflicted hell...

Its the demon
that puts the thoughts in my head,
the demon that tells me I'm better off dead...
No one is listening so it ends tonight...
I cant go on,
I've lost this fight.

A vision appears
and once again it is the demon
tempting my fears,
causing my pain
and swallowing me in all of my shame...
I look closely and see the image
of an innocent young girl
who's eyes have been opened to the pain of
the world.

When I was young
I just couldn't cope,
please note that this is not your fault dad,
no matter what is said
I am my own demon
and it is the invisible me
putting those thoughts in my head...
Lets forget this all...
MOVE ON....

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  • 15 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    I was blown away speechless with this
    excellent write. I really thought alot of you
    when you realize that you create your own
    prison in your head. thats something we
    don't always admit to ourselves. Addicts
    such as myself hang onto bad s**t like its
    something special. Its like a giving ourselves a excuse to get high. I lost you
    at the the end when you talk about your dad
    what ws that all about it seen dedicated at that point explain please

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