The Demon

Let’s call him depression the demon
The demon that wont let me be a freeman
his words cut deep, they make me bleed, and let the poison seap in.

He holds me in his arms cuddling me dear
while whispering tearable things in my ear
Words that feed my growing fear

“you’re worthless, nothing, you know that right? But you’d better not cry your tears tonight
for kill you one day I just might.”

I know it’s a toxic relationship but I cannot let go of him
It’s just too nice to let him win
to watch him crawl beneath my skin
and see the webs through thoughts he’ll spin.