Everyday I keep hoping the hurricane inside my soul will stop. The thunderstorm inside my heart will calm and become nothing more than a calm breeze. I’m still holding out hope a small glimmer of hope. But the devil has control of my thoughts and he’s tearing me apart. I’m raging a war inside my mind and soul that I’m bound to lose. I can’t feel anything but his greedy claws digging into everything i have left. I’m breaking and everything I’ve worked so hard to keep solid is crumbling like sand between my fingers. I am slowly giving in to the demons trying so hard to take over. I can’t keep fighting, my only defense is tearing through the paper thin armour they hide under but I think that’s the plan anyways. To use my only weapon against me.