Sometimes you need to be alone
But when your alone the demons come
Yet you crave to be alone constantly
But the demons come when I'm not alone too
So I go to my room to hear them better
They tell me I'm fat and stupid
I take the anger out on my thighs
Thin red lines mock my existence
Wishing I was pretty
Praying I would get skinny
But I stay the same
I go back outside
The demons come
The demons go
And I take out the pain on my thighs.
Cutting thin red lines
While the demons smile at me
J. H
