Demons

It’s Something that can’t be seen,

Can’t be heard

Cant be found.

Only one person knows it’s there.

The rest are oblivious.

And only believe in what they know.

It gnaws at your stomach.

It rips through you,

It takes what you know

It uses your own mind against you

The more you try to ignore it,

the worse it gets.

It’s hungry.

Its disgusting,

Filthy.

It fills you up until you can’t take it any more

And it says that it loves you

When really,

It only loves your pain.