for years, the fuzz and noise would rule my mind,
never settled,
never silent.
for years, the demons would rebel in my mind,
screaming,
hissing,
howling in every crevice and every corner
of my swarming mind.
they choked my words and kept them as their own.
swayed the rights and wrongs,
imprisoned me in my own head
my eyes turning into portholes,
and my teeth into bars.
they chained me to the darkest parts of my thoughts,
where no solace was given.
they'd slash my wrists
and starve me for days,
all the while giving me
the audacity to fight back.
but sometimes,
you have to let your monsters win,
because that's the only way to get out alive.