I've lived with demons since that moment I recognized life.
They no longer hid under my bed for they are now living inside my head. They've succeeded countless times and the fear in me grew. They've outweighed my life with pessimism and I can no longer feel secured and protected. They're like hands reaching out, even though I pull away their grips tighten and it pulls me harder down with them.
The photographer of this picture committed suicide after his High School Exams.
May he Rest In Paradise.
