The Pain Inside My Soul
Everyday I battle the demons that live inside my head.
They don't go a day without trying to convince me,
That I am worthless, unloved, and better off dead.
There are some days when they almost get me to crumble and fall.
Almost believing the lies they try to sell me and just end it all.
Almost believing I will never be wanted or loved,
Feeling like their words seem to fit like a glove.
Those are the days when just smiling is a chore.
Wanting so badly to cry in my room behind my locked door.
My biggest fight is holding it all in and not letting the hurt show.
Screaming at the demons to just let me go.
So if by chance I forget that nobody knows,
And I just let my pain show.
Please remember that I have been holding onto these feelings like a diamond inside coal.
The hurt you see on my face isn't half as bad as The Pain Inside My Soul!
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