Like an animal inside you,
trying to get free.
So painful,
the demons killing me.
Like someone's strangling you
from the inside.
Lungs in agony
in a dreadful line.
It's hard to swallow,
it's hard to breathe.
Thinking of the problems
within me.
"I am a mistake,
so why should I be?
All I do is hurt
those who are closest to me."
These are the thoughts
within my brain
as I try to clear them,
but doing so in vain.
I am trying to swallow
the feeling of disdain.
But I am choking,
melting away.
Soon enough,
the demons run and flee,
leaving me with thoughts
that will never leave me be.
It's like a battle,
right in my lungs,
right in my mind.
I become so blind,
that it's hard to be me.
I suffer from anxiety attacks
when my nervous system racks.
It sets me away
in the wolf pack.