Now that I’m here
Far from what I used to be
I find myself struggling
To keep up with the reality
Harrowing in the shadow of my self
I am my own demon…
Not haunted by these fears
Not struggling to choke back the tears
Even though I’ve wasted all these years
These scars on my wrists will remind me that
I was my own demon
I am the dead
Buried this time, at least not alone
I cry for my lacerated heart
That maybe through the tears
I can see the truth
That I was…
My own demon.