Demons

This is a poem about internal conflict.

There is no soul, no soul left in me.
Overcoming isn't possible, I can barely even breathe!

I try to run, try to get away;
It must be demons, making me stay.

There is a space, a place in my head;
Excape is not possible, I just wish I were dead.

I can't fight these feelings, there's just no way.
Will I ever be cured? Anytime? Anyday?