Are they my friends

Every morning I wake up I don’t know if these demons are my friends. I’m trying to lose them, but they keep on talking. They have been here since the beginning I’ve been told that I’m strong. All these scars have taken a toll on me. Do they know these little voices in my brain that tell me to keep going are they my friends or are they my enemies love losing who I am every relationship I have is moved by them are they my friends? Are they my enemies? They’ve been there since beginning every time I try to lose them. They’re scratching at the back door, saying let’s look at it this way when I’ve been alone and abused and taking advantage of they’re the ones that said to survive, they were the ones that yelled fight. Are they my friends or are they my enemies? They’ve been telling me to survive for so long I lost who I used to be don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t know who to trust. I’ve been trying to breathe. I’ve been trying to take the steps needed to be on my own, but they keep pulling me in like it’s the devil within and I don’t know how to get out. Do they know those little voices in my brain that tell me to keep going are they my friends are they my enemies? They’ve been there since the beginning every time I try to lose them they’re scratching at the back door saying let’s look at it this way lost who I used to be. Don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t know who to trust. I’ve been trying to breathe. I’ve been trying to take the steps needed to be on my own, but they keep pulling me in like it’s the devil within