Though we find ourselves alone in our pain and blackness we are many. Funny how demons push and guide us individually, but we are many. Alone in the dark we cry for deaths sweet release, but we are many. Hopeless am I here by myself, but we are many.
We are legion
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. . . and they can be relentless. Crafty and relentless.
Demons are politics, the smiles in commercial families on TV, the overly nice ones who have it all and want to talk to you to help them feel superior about what they have physically, mentally, and socially.
A pocks on them and their Colgate smiles. They will never no hell like those that suffer true depression. They will never know the pain of blackness and hopelessness. My solace is knowing that I’m not truly alone even though I am.