Demons

You can blame me for all the pain you are feeling but as you lay the blade next to your skin thinking that you are letting the pain seep out of you; you are only letting it go deeper into you, filling your body with all the sorrows of the world. When it gets to the point when its so deep where it reaches your mind like it has done to me. My only demons are the ones I let in, the one I created the only thing that I fear more than the world its self is myself. I go around acting like I'm okay but when I get to the room that use to be filled with thoughts of what use to make me happy my demons comes to and tells me how I destroyed everything. How I let my happiness slip away. And how all I deserve is to be alone. My demons reflect me because my demons is no other than myself. The one that thinks the world has turned on her the one that thinks if she smile hard enough it'll be okay and the one that lost herself in her thoughts, the one that cause pain to herself. So she sits there with the blade kissing almost every part of her body and all the warm liquid that is keeping her alive seeps out as she lets the sorrows seep into her body and as she, I mean I watch how I slowly increase the rate of my own death.