Eyes open, sit up in bed
hearing the voices that are in my head.
Saying "do it, do it, let us be free",
the little creatures that no one else can see.
I stand, then walk across the room
the scent of pain, like a foul perfume
fills my nose and brings a tears to my eyes.
Looking in the mirror, I see the face I despise.
Grabbing the blade, I press it to my skin
letting out the demon within.
Freeing him to flow through the gashes I create
that will eventually lead me to my fate.
Slicing slicing over and over again
I hope no one asks the question,
the one that I can answer but they do not understand
how could I be destroyed at my own hand?
"Why do you do it?" is what they always say
they do not see that its the monster come to play.
And if he does not get his way
he will come with a vengeance another day.
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