Demons

The demons surrounded me grasping and pulling at me. I sat still trying to ignore them, since apparently I was the only one who could see them. I know I'm not alone trying to remain calm as monsters are slowly pulling me apart. Somehow they don't, they can't get past my thick skin, I grew it three times thicker once you left me. It's harder to let people in since you floated away. The funny thing is the demons aren't here because of you, no they're here because of me. I somehow summoned them to my side by trying to help everyone. I tore myself apart trying to help everyone remain.

I'll always remember that day

When I cried

Because I couldn't do something

Because you refused to help

You refused to help me

Because you didn't want me to be

Helpless

And I get that now

But then I didn't

It tore me apart that you refused

To help me

And yeah eventually

You kind of had to help me

But you helped me determine a list

A list of things to try if this happened again

And guess what

I still use that list to this day

Well not as much

Because one of those websites were shut down.

I remember when you and her sat me down

And gave me a box of tissues

You went on and on

About what was going to happen

And that was probably one of the worst days

Of my entire life

I cried and cried

And I still cry to this day

That was before the furniture changed

That couch which I sat at that time

Is long since gone

I wonder how many tears fell on that couch

That day

Because of those five words

I wonder if they

Ever collapse

Under the weight of all those lives.

I remember that day only a year later

In which everyone came over

And tried to be comforting

I remember constructing something

Something I'd tear apart and throwaway later

Maybe I was making it

Not because I wanted it

But because making something

Relieves the pain.

I remember that one year

When no one could stay

When everyone was stabbing each other

In the backs

Over barely half a year

I wrote nearly 500 poems

I was so stressed out by my situation

I wrote more poems

Than the days I wrote them in

I don't want to go into detail

I don't want to go to deep into that again

None of us do

Ever again.

Now I sit wondering what will be next

Who next will walk away

Or be swept away by the tidal wave of life

I can't change what any of us will become

Just hope that we'll all survive

Do you ever question

Who will survive

Because not everyone will

That is a fact

Someone you know

Will trip and fall

And might not get back up

Might is the key word

Please for my sake

Don't be like me

Grab them

And pull them back up

You don't want to be

Sitting still

While the demons try to pull at you

To move please.