DEMONS

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)