And the time I needed you the most was the time you decided to leave.
There are demons, just most of them you have made up in your head.
And in some way they were perfect enough for you. So perfect you let them crawl their way into the deepest parts of you not caring if they brought you down or destroyed you.
"Where did it all go wrong?" A question that haunts the majority of us.
It might be me, it might be you but all I know is that I feel the walls caving in and I feel the only way for this to stop is to cut you off.