I know that demons hide inside of me
They make themselves a home
They succeed in making me feel alone
Isolation is all that I know
I long for the day when I can feel something that is real
Full of despair and loneliness
The malevolent cling to me
With their sinister yet strangely comforting grip.
I long to be free
I tear open my skin hoping they'll fly away
I don't want to give in.
Another one of mine from an old journal