I'm dead
Inside my head are my demons
Eating up
My every last memory
Wrenching at my heart
Stealing my wretched soul
Slowly,
they are
going in
for the
Kill.
Her last words:
My sweet, cuddly, wretched demons are coming for me.
YOU ARE READING
Her Last Words
PoesiaA story of Depression, Self-Harm, Suicide, Cutting, Despair, and Death
