.demons.

i have nothing smart to say right now.

i feel alone, even when people say they're with me.

know why?

because they never show me they are.

i'm easily excited by a single text, a small note...

it's how i know people remember me in their busy lives.

if i don't have people, what do i have?

i have me.

but i'm a mess of tangled demons.

a rare few know of these demons in me, though perhaps many have experienced the outlash of them.

they make me a hell to live with, especially when it's all i've got.

when i let others in, i too often feel used, betrayed, or otherwise hurt.

but sometimes i wonder if it's just these demons attacking my brain, planting these thoughts in my head, these thoughts that i'll be alone forever, that no one cares.

yes, i go by action, but maybe i'm too sensitive or paranoid.

i just don't know anymore.