i was torn and you were there to fix me

i think there

are demons in here,

residing in frilly homes

in this silly head

some days they tear me to pieces

i couldn't say a

word, but i'm crying

in the car, crying in the

car, crying in the shower,

crying into my pillow, crying

but not for help

the demons tell me

how weak i am, and they win.

but

i think there

are sunlight fairies out there,

just across the internet,

on the other side of my phone,

when i can't see you

you fill in the gaps, the holes in my brain that the demons made

i wrote to you

because i needed somebody.

so thank you

for reminding me

that i am not weak, and they will not win.