Tw: mental illness, gore (??), self harm
Get out .
Get outGet. Out.
He tears his hair from his head
He hopes the demons come with itHe tears his skin from his face
He hopes the demons leave with the tissueHe sits awake in bed
He digs the blade into his wristHe hopes the demons leave with the blood.
Leave.
-Z
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