My demons
A scream that builds up
Scratching your throat like claws
Shaking your entire being
As you curl up in fear
They can see you, when you look in the mirror
They hear you, when you scream in your head
They hide behind your eyes
And won't stop until you're brain dead
I heard the voices
I felt the scratch
I had to battle my demons
To get my old life back
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I write from my experiences, mostly from my past with anxiety, depression, suicide and self harm.
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