Stitches

I just wanna break free,  
From the demons nobody can see.  
They Haunt and taunt relentlessly,
As I fight through this silent misery.  

How can anyone truly understand,  
When I can’t explain it myself?  
The voices require a high demand,
Physically, mentally, affecting my health.  

I've started psychiatric therapy,  
Hoping to finally feel relief.  
But I don’t, not even momentarily,  
The pain lies buried, beyond belief.  

One side seeks the light,  
The other embraces the dark.  
Choosing which side to fight,  
It’s truly no walk in the park.  

Sometimes I wonder if people care,  
When my mood suddenly switches.  
Are they even remotely aware,  
This wound can’t be fixed with stitches.