As I walk around,
I see so many others happy,
I see others happy with what they see,
Especially in the mirror,
But when I look at myself,
I don't like anything I see,
It feels like I see a monster in me,
The demon,
The nightmares I see,
I tell myself all the time,
"It's only temporary",
"It won't last forever",
"Wake Up you're in a nightmare!!",
But all I hear in my thoughts,
"Welcome to hell!",
"This is your permanent stay",
"The good in you is gone",
So I battle the demon in me daily,
The only good thing about it,
It helps me write,
It makes me feel what I write,
It helps convey the message,
But it always keeps me awake all night,
It makes me think about cutting again,
It makes me tired throughout the day,
I need to find that balance for it,
Before it kills me
