What is every burden you’ve ever felt became human?
What if the demon in you sat on your shoulder or leaked its sticky black ink into your veins when you’re in a bad place?
What if the flashbacks you had visualised for all to see?
Self criticism voice for all to hear?
What if the tight throat of anxiety was that we could see the devil squeezing our throats and ripping our hearts?
What if ‘being strong’ just means plain ignorance to your demons? What even is ‘real strength’?
Why can’t our demons ACTUALLY kill us to save us from the inflicted pain and suffering and torture? Why is it us?