Demons.
My only wish is to be alone, but I know my friends will never leave me.
My friends always end up tucked into the covers of my bed, reminding me of what I dread to be shown.
They roam around in my head, knocking at the doors of my eyelids, waiting to rush out like a tsunami.
This is nothing out of the ordinary, I find their presence almost comforting.
They remind me of a time more genuine, a time so low that I can’t collapse any lower.
These friends, who are more like demons, never let me fly too high.
Their shackles wrap around my wrists and ankles, leaving burns when I get too high.
I guess they have my best interest if you really think about it.
They know that my happiness is only temporary, so keeping my grounded is what I really need.
Sometimes I wish my demons would just let me crash heavily, all at once and every so often, instead of everyday.
But they are my safety net, they know me best, they will always be there for me.