It drains me.

It is impossible for me to express my benevolence.

These poisonious thoughts plagues me.

You see the other side of me, the side of me that infects my surroundings.

This demon drains me.

He mutters ludicrious thoughts and senarios into my ear.

He claims that I am worthless, just an empty space on this earth.

He is the reason why I cry myself to sleep. 

He is the reason why your success pains me.

 Worthlessness flows through my veins.

It is a deadly disease, a disease that has no cure.

This demon drains me.

It is not me, I have no voice.

I cannot speak for myslef during this emotional crisis

I am incapable of striving for success.

He tells me I can never succeed because I am inferior to all of mankind.

Your success, my love, pains me.

The feelings of jealous overtakes my body like a virus.

This demon contaminates our love, but I will fight him.

I will fight for you, my love.

I cherish our love.

The amount of demons i have in my body could never compare to the devotion I have for you.

I am determined.

I will beat him.

For you, my love, I will beat him.