My demons are on paper 
I spit each thought out onto the page 
This writing is depressing, it weighs so heavy 
I can’t believe my own thoughts sometimes 
Where did this monster come from 
It turned me against me, creeping up in the back of my mind 
Ready to attack, waiting for a vulnerable moment 
To kick at every soft spot until I am broken
To bring me into a paralyzing pain
Every negative thought makes them stronger 
I’ve gotten so far in my own way
I want to push myself out of it 
Words spew from the tips of my fingers 
I can’t help but smile
No other moment does my brain think so fast,
Nothing else comes so naturally 
My demons are on paper
Dancing, swaying, tripping around the page 
Looking at them fills with me with rage 
I want to tell them off, make them go away
You’ve tortured me for years 
Your darkness has dampened my spirit 
Yet, as you reach the paper, I can feel biggest blessing of them all 
You no longer live within me.