Demons
The evil in my head speaks
It yells at me daily
I pound at my head
I yell back…
I cry out at night for them to leave
They talk and talk
Through day light and dark nights it never ending
I wish for peace…
I wish for quite…
I wish for no thoughts…
I wish for no demons…
I pull at my hair hoping they will leave
I feel like my head is on fire
Or
Maybe my head could explode
I used to not have demons…
I used to be normal…
I used to be happy…
I used to have so many dreams...
Now I can don’t know if I can get out of bed
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