The darkness comes thick and heavy as it covers me like a shroud. Blocking out even the smallest ray of light. I hear the demons as they taunt, beckoning me to stay. I struggle, struggle to keep this painful painted on smile. To not let others see how lost I am. If they looked in my eyes would they see my pain? Would they see how hard I am fighting to keep it all together. How hard I am fighting to keep the demons at bay? My pain is real. My struggle is real. My darkness…..it is deep and it is real.
Written : 2020
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