They said demons hide under his bed or inside his closet lurking in the dark. But theyre not, theyre just outside his room, inside the shelter he called home. Its where his demon lives. Pretending to be a part of his family- his loved one. They attack not only physically but emotionally.
"Faggot", "Useless", "Worthless", etc. Such simple words but leaves him broken, empty and numb. They made those lies to be his reality. They made his reality a nightmare.
Every sleep and every waking moment he heared their voice, haunting and taunting him no matter where he is, what he do and no matter how much he beg he still hear it loud and clear. People stares, mock him and tried to tell him thats its ok to just ignore it, but its never okay and definitely cant be ignored. He waited for any help until he lost hope. Every words, every shove, every punch and every kick makes him closer to the blade, cut deeper to his flesh more and more. Those pain he inflect makes the voices stop, so he pulled the trigger, drunk too much pills, cut much deeper to end it all.
Maybe taking your own life is wrong and for him its not running away or cowardice, for him its like his only ticket to have peace, to rest, to end the pain inside.
