feelings

Let me kill it

You killed her sorrow, but you brought it back. You killed her pain, but she brought it back by blaming herself day after day. You killed her "I'm fine," and turned it into a "I'm ready to cry and cut again." You killed her fake smile, and made it real. You turned and lied, and she finally broke herself completely after that and just locked herself in her room. Now she hesitates to text, or call. She is scared to talk to you because she is broken again. She is now ready to take the blade and cut her wrist till she bleeding to death. Now she's ready to kill the demons but can't, because they came back stronger then the  before. They found her weakness and turned it against her. They turned him against her. They turned everyone against her again. Now she is ready to kill it
but won't do it alone, because it is stronger.