The Fight

What was it that happened that night? What was it that caused one hell of a fight? The fight between the demons and me It's a constant battle to set myself free I sat there alone on the couch in the dark, hoping to find one last spark That one last spark that would help me free every last demon within me So there I was in the corner of the couch My knees at my chin and my hands on my shins trying to ignore the demons within I couldn't sit still I began to rock and all I could do was stare at the clock I watched as the minutes ticked by Wishing like hell I could just have a cry, just enough to let them out How much longer would they scream and shout? Cry I couldn't Which made me do something I shouldn't No matter how hard I tried I couldn't quiet the demons inside. I took off my watch turned over my wrist There I sat just making a fist Staring at the knife At it's glowing sharp edge Wondering if I had the strength to make a pledge A pledge with myself to put it away, never to come out for another day I was too weak and I couldn't do it so violently I slashed the knife right through it I repeated this over and over again, would any of this ever come to an end? How can I learn to let them out if I always quiet their screams and shouts? I watched as the blood flowed out of my wrist, the calmness I felt was just what I'd missed Lost in my own little world, Letting the anger within cause permanent damage to my own skin When will all of this madness end? NEVER as long as the blade is my friend!!