Demons screaming in my head, an echo of darkness left behind.

I try to tune them out, a futile attempt to ignore the screams.

The silence I crave, you see,

but they refuse to be stored.

Their voices rise, a deafening roar that I’ve endured.

Tears fall like rain, as I shatter, unable to sustain the pain.

Do I quiet the chaos or confront the pain that remains?

I’ll find a temporary fix, in the numbing state.

I’ll cling to this numbness, a fragile refuge from the pain.

The demons visit often, their presence a haunting repeat.

Etched on my wrist, a testament to my pain.

I’ve learnt to accept the shadows, and make friends with the demons.

My eyelids heavy, darkness ready to claim me, and I fade.