Demons

The things that haunt you, tear you apart inside. Can be pushed away by a positive light. No matter how far you go to reach it, the power within can defeat it.

It eats away at our souls, telling us we cant let go. Torturing us throughout the night, telling us that who we are isnt right.

The hurtful things they whisper to us, seem to be like anchors that are drowning us. Keeping us away from the future, making us believe that there isnt hope, that our lives are useless and we will never cope. 

But as we push it all away, we fight an stand here to stay. To realize what we have to offer, or what we have to prospure. To believe in ourselves and that gives us the power to reach for dreams and of course higher. 

To lend a hand, to save a day, to help others push the pain away. We can all help eachother from the darkest of days. Just believe in it, and there it shall stay. Dry the tears, keep that chin up, one day we will show we are strong enough.

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