Locked Out

Sitting on the steps to forbidden territory,
nothing bothering me more than my story.
At this point it's too late to even try to break the doors open.
There's no use in hoping.

All of my demons creep up behind me,
spitting their hurtful words all over my soul.
I'll never get out of their control.

I stand before the locked doors of my freedom,
with no key to be found.
My own devil hitting me in realization I fall to the ground.
This is my own doing.