Returning Demon

My demon is returning,
I can feel it coming for me.
My stomach starts churning,
As I can do nothing but plea.

I plea for it to stop,
Stop the tormenting.
Tears begin to drop,
As there’s no way of preventing.

Why do I feel this way?
Why can’t I stop crying?
Who can convince me to stay,
When I feel like dying?

That was kind of dark,
For that I apologize.
It’s what I feel in my heart,
Please try to sympathize.

See it from my point of view,
This world is a harsh place.
What can I possibly do,
To get out of this headspace?

I’ve taken medication,
To no avail.
I’ve tried meditation,
That was a fail.

Well, not exactly a fail.
More of a danger.
The thoughts come back and I turn pale,
As I look in the mirror and see a stranger.

Who am I?
Why am I even here?
Again I begin to cry,
For my safety I begin to fear.

I hate the way my brain works,
There’s no give with it.
My demon sits in the corner and smirks,
As I take hit after hit.

I hate this demon,
It hit me until I fell.
I was left screaming,
For it to go to hell.

You simply cannot stay,
As you always ruin my day.
There’s nothing you can say,
As I cannot live this way.

You can leave now,
Be on your way.
My head begins to bow,
For now I must pray.

– The Bipolar Gamer

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