Demons
Not hiding in the closet
Not under my bed
Believe it or not
The demons are all in my head
Voices aren’t cured with any medication
Happiness is nothing but constipation
It’ll never show
More disturbed than you know
As depression continues to grow
The towel I want to throw
Suicidal thoughts
Praying for blood clots
Anxiety from society
It’s not very fun
You may not like me
But you’re not the only one
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