We all carry demons that anchor us into an abyss of our most insecure, hateful and fragile corners of our thoughts. I thought I knew how to over come it but instead it manifested itself into my soul. A pity of memories that linger around, taking over my thoughts, and replaying itself in my mind. I want to run away and hide but I have to face the truth and stand up for myself but I can’t. The anchor is too strong and it just brings me back down. Just like the bottom of the ocean my heart has turned cold.