**Trigger warning: Mentions of self harm**
Let me tell you a story
About a certain little girl
Who hears the voices
Of the demons in this world
They tell her many things
And come in many shapes in sizes
Before, they weren't so bad, but
As she grew up, they only got louder
She tells them to go away,
But they continue to destroy her
Word per word
Dream by dream
They insert the idea in her head
That everyone's out to get her
She begins to believe them
The paranoia begins to set in
She cannot seem to function
She does not seem to live
She becomes numb
Everything's now a blur
The only life she sees
Is the blood on her blade
Cut after cut,
The crimson fluid flows out
She feels no pain
She needs help they all say
But she's been fighting for so long
That it's too late, she has given up
She looks at herself in the mirror
She sees the demon behind her
She can no longer fight it
She lets it take over
They found her locked up
In a room all alone
It was dark, they turned on the light
They saw that she was gone
The deep gashes on her wrists
"I'm sorry"
"Forgive me"
All across the floor
Her tears had dried on her face
She had a slight smile too
For she was finally free
From the voices that haunted her
