i can’t let go but,
withdrawals are regardless.
and i just hate it,
all this love tainted.
i learned how to fake it
looking in the eyes of demons
smirking with mischievous faces,
“this catharsis is not therapeutic
purification, these are thoughts meant to
spiral you downward to the most wicked pain
voices inside my head,
out loud i just can’t say them,
it’s theirs against mine,
demons whose words are raving mad