My demons call to me every second of everyday. I tell my demons to lose my number. Yet i find that its me who calls for them as well. I beg them to hold me. Tears running down my face. They are the only ones able to piece together the words I release between sobs. They reassure me I'll never be okay.They tell me the ugly truth everyone else hides from me. They tell me it is survival of the fittest and I am not fit to live. I want out. I want peace