It was just an average day for me, I was just a little scared human, I was outside laying on the roof away from people.
I was thinking about, how much shit I have been through yet I'm still weak. I have survived so much, yet I stopped living my life after the first thing got destroyed on my life.
My story is always going to be different then others, some people survive there nightmares and they get stronger because they survived.
But I may be surviving my nightmares right now I'm still not getting stronger I'm still stuck in my nightmares with my inner demons.
It's just something I have to except and invite the demons and monsters in to comfort my dark nights and my lonely days.
I'm weak I except that yet I won't let others change that, it is a part of me know, it is something I will live with and enjoy the company of the voices and the walking demons I see.
Humans think of people like me you as puppets and just like to play with our feelings and emotions we may just be weak but we do have hearts and emotions.
Just relising how much pain it is to live I'll still always be a human vile to all my demon Friends.
Even the most deadliest things can be the most beautiful and interesting.
You never judge a book by its cover, or a person he how they look.
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The Life Of A Demon
RandomPeople may think, just because of how much you have been through,doesn't mean your weak, or strong. What you have been through means you survived but you may not have lived.
