Dark Night

For Some there is No title

For Some there is No title

Demons run amuck

Inside this thing

This thing that they say is

my mind

And inside of my mind

Everyday

All day

The demons whisper,

One cut never hurt

anyone

Skipping one meal isn't

the end of the world

Come a few inches over

to the left you hit the

vein it's all over

No more being ignored

No more being screamed

at

No more being on the

outside

It'll all be over

And must admit

Quite often all this

Thoughts one might say

Are quite appealing

Life before the demons

Was boring and

complicated

Life after was great

For a while

I was everything

I wanted

Pretty

Thin

Then people said

Too thin

Too many ugly scars

Hair too dull

Thus the black dye

And baggy sweaters

Then came not the first

And certainly not the last

That I listened to the last

Demon

Whisper in my ear