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The Demon Inside Me

Aug 12, 2025
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By Jerry


The Demon inside me is bad, He is hungry for love, but I never fed him,

He cries for care but I never gave him…


He is thirsty for comfort, but I never understood him…

He always wants something I can’t provide him…


He knows I can’t have the love, comfort or care in me, that’s why he asks me for the things, which I can’t give him…


He stabs my heart when he is angry, but never lets me cry a single tear…

He haunts me at night, plays with my hair, wipes my tears but never lets me sleep in fear…


He scratches my brain when he is sad but never lets me let out a single scream…

He stays inside me, hurting me, tormenting me, but never hurts me like they do…


He also soothes my heart after bleeding it..

He also calms my brain, after ruining it….

He stays inside me, sitting there and loving me but he hurts me at the same time…


He never leaves me alone, He is always there, speaking in my ear, thumping in my heart…


He is always there, I hate him, yes, but he never harmed me…

He sometimes leaves me in chaos, but my peace is also him…


He Leaves me in agony, but makes me smile at the same time…

He is evil but he is the only one whom I can call Mine…


By Jerry



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