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War with my demons,
Will I win this tussle?
You don't help matters,
You wake the beast in me,
My demons feed off it,
They get stronger,
A tad difficult to defeat,
The battle rages on.
You were meant to be a solace,
A getaway from trauma,
A resting place,
A fortress.
But alas,
You were trauma itself,
Nothing seemed satisfactory,
Always at my neck.
Family warned me,
Friends did,
I turned deaf to their words,
I believed they didn't get you,
They didn't know your pain,
Told them you just act out,
Acting out to get my attention.
Seemed cute at first,
But not anymore.
I am way in deep,
No escape,
No way out.
Trapped.
Trapped with my own consent,
Trapped at will.
You're 7 months along,
I am getting ready,
Ready for a life of pain,
Life of anguish,
Hell on earth.
Left to face my demons,
Who am I kidding?
You are my demon.
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