Own Demons
Your eyes will swell
They always do
You’re used to it, I know
It’s tiring but ‘can’t let go
Sadness eating you whole
Depression is her tool
Your demons won’t ever let you sleep
Just lying there and weep
They keep telling you it’s your fault
No it’s not dear, don’t give it a thought
This was never your choice
You’d rather rejoice
But try to let go of that thing in your hand
Bleeding will not help you stand
*unfinished*
