There is a "demon" inside my head,
telling me things i shouldnt hear,
showing me things i shouldnt see,
Letting me think things i shouldn't think,
Letting me breathe things i shouldn't breath,
But he swears to me he is my protector,
My savior to led me to the light,
away from the dark,
that lerks within me still,
After all these years.
But I wonder all day and night,
If he is my protector,
shouldnt he be nice?
The teasing,
The taunting,
The pulling of hair.
"you're fat!"
"you're a whore"
"You find love no where"
"You're an ugly pathetic person,"
"Everyone hates you"
The words make me worsen.
I just can't pull through.
I scream and i cry,
I cut to get him out.
And the mean things he says and talks about.
my blood drains,
Spilling out of my veins,
sweet numbness over my leg,
for the feeling again I beg,
for the feeling i crave,
And i will take it to the grave.
But cuts turn to scars,
And my savior is back,
to tell me im not pretty but
ugly and fat
so the blade come out
and in the blood this time i drown
Deeper again,
the feeling the numb,
the empty, the silence
is what i have become.
It never ends...
