My Demons Favorite Game

I wish someone would take a moment to see the real me, if you could see past the fake smiles, there is a heart full of animosity, dark thoughts constantly running through my mind, my doctor perscribes me a new med, "It will work if you give it some time", but it never does, on the inside I'm already dead, I tell myself for me it's too late, no medication can save me now, time to face my fate, death has been knocking on my door for years, I toss them in a box with the rest, but this time I hold back my tears, I'm not afraid any more, too many failed attempts, I'm literally broken to the core, looking at me you'd never be able to tell, I always keep a smile on my face, but my laugh is what helps it sell, no one ever took the time to ask, maybe knowing the real me was too heavy of a task, I lay awake unable to sleep, my demons have now come out to play, their favorite game called life or death, a restless day has now become a sleepless night, as much as I want to let go and end it now, I was raised to never give up a fight, tomorrow's a new day, 500 mg of seroquel to fall sleep, so now to my demons I must say, sweet dreams, but dont worry, tomorrow again we shall play.