Emotional Shorts

-=Demons=-

She stands above the world.
She stands on the caution side.
She stands at the edge debating.
She stares down and believes.

Because.

She believes that she can fly.
She has been grounded to this earth too long.
She needs to go back to place she came.
Nothing.
The place she doesn't remember.

She stares at the millions of stories that paint her body in white and pink lines.
She smiles as she looks off into the distance.
She imagines her old life.

The life she had before everything went down hill.
She wants, with every fibre of her being to be small again.
She wishes to have never grown from childhood.
The rainbow hood that protected her from all evils in this world.
She didn't dare look out.
Until high school.
The place were she was forced to.
Not only by her teachers.
But parents too.

As she looks over the long drop she smirks. Because she knows she will die with this fall. She knows that she will fly once she falls.

But it's a waste really.
As she takes that step off that ledge.
The step to seal her fate.
So many things go to waste.
A beauty of brown hair, green eyes.
A magical voice that sings like doves.
A caring girl with the will to help.
So much more with an endless list.
She and many more.
All genders.
Is and has faced the beast.
Many have died trying to defeat it.
Other have won with support.
The support of family, friends, more.

But the many that lost.
They did not have support.
They lost themselves to the dark.

So I write this to you.
Telling you.
A girl or boy could be falling.
Falling until everything goes blank.
Falling until they fly.
But the falling is not what they need.
It's what the beast has forced them to think is right.

Because the beast is a vicious monster that does not just come in a blank sad package.
It comes in all colours to trick you.
And it's always there.
Even if the beast is defeated.
Someone still has their own demons.
Demons that sparked from the beast.
The demons can take control.

Which brings the white scars and bloody paper.
This is the deadly disorder.
It ruining our lives.
But to you it's okay.
Because you don't see it yet.

It's controlling you.
Watching.
It's alive.
And it's hungry.