DEMONS

Metaphorical fictional poem of a battle of depression ppl fight in their head to overcome

Stuck alone with my own demonic thought
With all so much pain which it brought
Struggled trying to find answers which I sought
Caused such a battle within I fought

Dust settled
People belittled
Never dwindled

Before things turn darker
I picked up that revolver
And those thoughts were slaughtered
Oh, look, my demons I conquered

(Not a personal poem or about suicide. Seems like people don’t understand the description)