My demons cannot be found under my bed They are not hiding in my closet Or dwelling in my basement They used to be there when I was young I was thirteen years old when that changed They slithered up my neck and gnawed through to my brain Curling around it and sinking their claws in Their eyes resting behind my eyelids Their forked tongues controlling my words They became a part of me A disgusting ugly part I gave them different names Anxiety Depression Borderline Anxiety is the smallest of the bunch Crimson like blood Always jumpy Always ready to ruin my day Depression is a real ****** Pitch black from head to toe Beady eyes always filled with tears He tells me daily that I’m not good enough I believe him Borderline is by far the ugliest She is scaly and green with long sharp talons that are always covered in blood Milky white eyes She makes me blind to all of the love that I receive Ugly mood swings and whispers of, “They’re going to leave,” I wish she would just go away I’m sixteen now and they’re still there My brain being ripped to shreds by their talons They are dark and they are evil but I will not let them **** me I am a fighter I can slay these demons Even if it takes years I know I have what it takes
Anxiety, depression, borderline personality disorder. I've struggled with these three disorders for three years. There have been so many times where I've wanted to give up, but I haven't. If you're going through something like this please keep your head up. I know you can slay your own demons too, I believe in you.