~DEPRESSION/ANXIETY~

Demons Come, Red Follows

I am alone in my room. I can hear them. The whispers, the dark words. I can feel them. Their claws digging into my body, their hot breath down my neck. I can sense them. Their want of coming out, to break open the door I have locked them in. I can see them. See their marks on the floor from their nails and their harsh expression they give me on their faces. I fight them, I can most times shut them up. But this time? This time their pull on me is to strong. I give into them. I unlock that door. I know I shouldn't have but the loneliness slowly forced me to. I let them out and they surround me, embracing me in a sickening sweet comfort. I accept the cold touch of their hands. I listen to them as their whispers become louder. They tell me it'll be okay, if I do it. So I do. I hold that sparkling silver in my hands. I start to crave that flowing red I know all to well. I drag the silver on my body. Once. Twice. Three times. I continue as the liquid flows and drips slowly down the canvas I have chosen. They all decided I have done enough and they smile their approval as the canvas becomes more expanded.