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my demons


Most kids demons live under the bed 

My demons live in my head 

My demons know how to fight 

But are never in your sight 

 

I try to drown them out 

But they just shout 

They take over me 

And drown me at sea 

 

I want to stop the voices in my head 

They make me wish I was dead 

I try to drown my demons 

To finally be a freeman 

 

My demons are real 

They come from fear 

They come from abuse 

They make me want to use the noose 

 

They’ve followed me for years 

Always whispering in my ears 

They are dark and dim

And know how to swim 

 

Reminders of my past 

They make the bad memories last 

I try to make them hide 

Because of my pride 

 

The fight is not easy 

It makes me wheezy 

But soon I will win

And finally have a big grin 

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