My head is splitting open, with each foul word you feed me. Your molding, rotting body, causing a nausea you couldn't even imagine. You cry razor blades that pierce my skin, but oh well, just another scar to the collection. You purge your hatred and attention seeking behaviors upon me, making me disgusted with what you've made me. If I hear one more petty, pathetic lie come from your mouth, my mind will shatter into thousands of pieces that will never be found. I've begged and screamed at you to stop hurting me, but you can't hear over the sounds of wriggling maggots in your ears. I try to plead others for help, for any escape from this monster, but nothing comes out. You've stitched this mouth of mine shut. I reach up to touch the crusted blood.
It stings.
You so again, saying I'm your reason for existence. You'd die without me.
I'm the reason this demon exists.
I'm drowning in a flood of guilt. A rue so powerful, it takes away every ounce of hope that was once left away.
Please let me out.
