The demon of loneliness sits on my chest as I lay down in bed, thinking of a life where I'd be able to say I'm happy and mean it. The demon of loneliness fills my head with strong, convincing words of pain. "You have no one." It says. "You'll always be alone in this world." It says. And I feel numb. I feel empty. I feel lost. Since the time I was a little girl, able to think for myself, the demon has haunted my mind and corrupted my thoughts. I'll always be alone, I know. My worst fear. Alone because I push others away. Alone because I tell myself that I don't need anyone. But, it settles in and I cry. Forever alone with my demon til I die.