I hear the whispers,
Why can't you?
I see the demons,
Why can't you?
I feel the pain,
Why can't you?
I don't know how to fight,
My demons.
Fight them with me?
I know I'm not dreaming.
Because I feel their scratches,
and hear their whispers.
I know it stinks but I will
I know it stinks but I will get better hopefully