If everything has always been like this,
Tormented, dark and full of perils.
I have memories..
In the marrow of my bones,
Seeping out, staining my skin.
I’m on the edge..
Where there is this life I want,
And then there is just insanity.
I see demons..
Not hiding under my bed
Or scratching the window,
But crawling and laughing in my head.
Coz the darkness clutches my soul,
Whispering sinister sayings into my ears.
I feel tormented..
The ache is always here,
Falling in line with drumming in my chest..
These scars, my badge;
These bruises, my war paint..
But it doesn’t hurt anymore