Inner Demons Poem by Andjela Antic

All of those pretty lights
Who keep me up at cold nights
Saving me from the darkness
I'm always gonna be surrounded by darkness
The girl I was, I lost her
Just a hand on my shoulder
Fingers long, nails like claws
Roughly scratching me
Deeper and deeper
Whispering to my ear
Reaching into my soul
The demons of the night
Living in that darkness
Hiding from the light
The one who's slowly getting to me
Crawling on my walls
Getting into me, reaching my heart
Step by step it grows
Grows so strong that it's ready to destroy me
I'm weak
Each day I'm getting closer and closer to the end
Most of the time I bury my head in my hand
Crying
Doesn't help at all
I just lean on the one and stare at the other wall
Most days I even manage to forget my own name
I feel like outside I'm a broken frame
Torn out picture
I ask myself why am I here
Wondering what's going to happen with me
With this surviving
Am I ready to give up trying
Is even the slightest hope, spark not worth fighting
Am I just gonna surround myself to you
To this dark illusion that occupied my soul
Who wrapped up my heart
That's ripping me up part by part?
I guess I'm still questioning
I know that to some, I'm not even worth mentioning
But to myself... I don't know
I stump on that question
I trip, but still manage to remain standing