It's a daily battle keeping the darkness away.
Sometimes I welcome it, washing over me like a wave.
Sometimes I fight it, feeling like there's a gang war inside of me.
Always creeping, lingering, hovering over my head.
They are my demons.
They never leave.
Sometimes they are silent but not often.
They want me to live life afraid.
They enjoy my pain.
They grow with every tear.
Such a force to be reckoned with.
But then again, so am I.
I'll never fully give in again.
I have a lot to live for.
Sometimes I just need a little reminder.
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Poemz
PoetryWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
