2 AM
That's a very dangerous time. Because that's when the demons come out. That's when they start clawing at the back of my mind.
The thoughts in my head turn lethal and I have have to cry out, kick and fight in order to even be able to breathe.
But that all happens on the inside. On the outside, I remain stoic, calm even, like I'm not completely falling apart. The tears that made trails on my cheeks have long since dried. I can't cry anymore. There's nothing left to shed.
It's 2 in the morning again. My demons have come out to play. I cannot drown them for they know how to swim.
I've kicked and cried and fought. But this time, this time they're stronger.
These demons are trying to kill me and I just don't think I'm strong enough to put up a fight anymore.
