Why do I write?

I have demons.

So many FREAKING demons.

Always tearing me apart.

Piece by piece.

I thought there was no escape.

But a little light saved me.

That little light came in the form of writing.

When I'm writing,

The demons' jaws don't hurt as much.

The pain is bearable.

It's beautiful.

Even though my writing my not be that good,

It is mine.

And I love it.

Nobody will be able to take that from me.

Because that's a battle I'm not willing to lose.