The demon with in tears me apart.
Taking up space in my mind and body.
You're no one he says.
No one likes you burns in my brain,as i try to stay sane.
Voices only i can hear so loud,it's like they are playing musical chairs.
Trumpets play,drums beat,guitar srums.
The demon with in is having a party in my mind and body. Anxiety could not make it or he is quieter than usually maybe he is hiding somwhere.maybe he will take it easier on me for one night.
Yeah thats great. Depression is still keeping me down so his demons can torment me screaming clawing one hand free i grab that blade i start to cut myself it always have to come to this once they see a lil bit of blood they leave for a tiny bit so i cut a a bit more then they smile with a smile so evil.
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