Keep Fighting Those Demons:
You don't and I'll never tell.
If you look at me you'd know what's really inside.
I may laugh and smile, and you'll think I'm OK.
I may act sunny and bright, but really I'm dying inside.
I'm sinking slowly into a deep dark trench.
I wish begging for someone would show me the sun.
To help me battle this thing inside me.
My demon!
My curse!
This thing inside me.
All I want is someone to understand.
Someone else with my pain, someone with my curse, so I don't feel so alone.
I crave to have someone who knows what it's like.
Someone who has my demon.
Someone who can fight with me.
Copyright © Joy Matthews | Year Posted 2018
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