I'm scared.
Not of the monsters under my bed
But the demons in my head.
They scream at me
And the only way to make them stop
Is to cut.
But I still listen to them.
I haven't eaten in 3 days
I'm fat.
And as the blood pours from my wrists,
I think to myself
This is it
I can finally be done.
The room starts spinning
Everything is getting darker
I stumble to my bed
and I lay down and weep for one last time.
I can finally stop listening to them
Because they're gone.
And so am I.
