If demons are real, then where do they stay?
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They stay inside our ******* heads,
They make us wish we were ******* dead,
They have no mercy and no remorse,
They have no purpose except for pain to force,
Always screaming at the ones they host,
Always haunting them as if they're ghosts,
These demons inside can't be exorcised,
They always keep their hosts mesmerized,
They stay with you as long as you live,
They take and take until you have no more to give,
You want their screams to all be gone,
But the pain they cause has only begun,
They take away your very humanity,
Until you aren't even left with your sanity,
Into a dark hole you begin to descend,
Knowing the madness will never end.

Why do I wish I'd die if life is supposedly so great?
How can I love myself if all I ever feel is hate?
How can I keep my sanity when the screams are so loud?
Why do I always feel ashamed, even when I should be proud?
In this world, do I serve any sort of purpose?
Or is my existence entirely worthless?
These are the questions to which I want the answers,
Before I am consumed by my self-hatred cancers.

Woke up one morning to find that you were gone,
It seems that you had lost a battle that could never be won,
Even though you are gone I still hear you every day,
But through the songs you sang is the only way,
I miss you every day because I keep you in my memory,
Now you sing in heaven with the angels, in harmony,
Even if you are now gone and onto a new quest,
I promise to keep you in my memory and leave out all the rest.

I can never seem to get rid of this pain,
I'm always drowning in all this rain,
People all tell me I'm just in a rut,
But it's always dark outside and the blinds are always shut,
Tears trickle down my face as blood flows down my wrist,
Oh what I wouldn't give for the reaper's sweet kiss,
That sweet kiss of death that I long for so much,
Yet life somehow manages to maintain its clutch,
So I push on, hoping from this pain I'll be set loose,
But as each day goes by, I get closer to the noose.