Pseudo-poem [journal]

[kyrasantae]

I've tried almost everything to make myself
Truly happy again:
     To forget (but memory is so persistent)
     To ignore (but people are so persistent)
     To speak (but who would hear it?)
     To intoxicate (but could I do it?)
Of course
Such things can't bring happiness
     Only loss (of sleep)
     Only loneliness (of heart)
     Only frustration (of mind)
     Only headaches (of body)
So instead I fight the demons
Or try to, anyway
Until I saw them everywhere:
     In my dreams
     In my mind
     On the streets
     On the movies
And I forgot what I was fighting for
Was it:
     Happiness from the demons? or
     Happiness from fighting them?