Can you see this disease?
Can you see it eating away at me slow bit by bit
Taking what it wishes when it pleases
Do you see my blood shot eyes or my slim body frame?
I wonder how much longer till it will take me entirely
I beg for it to leave me, but this simply is not possible
For this disease in all reality are the demons I refuse to acknowledge
This space you always see me confide to is the prison that has built, all thanks to these demons
I cannot forgive those who have hurt me in unspeakable ways
Therefore I will forever be controlled
I cannot forget, if I could then I’d be sleeping right now at 3am rather than writing out my frustrations out.