My demons stalk me, they look like people I know (which is really sad, because sometimes I then get angry at those people, like, really angry), they know what I know, they have access to my thoughts and emotions. They can go inside me. They can rape me.

My demons, well, now I finally know. I can stand tall and say this and that, and here they are.

And that is all.

And that is all.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s