They're talking.
A lot.
Telling me I'm gonna die.
They're telling me he's coming.
I know who they're talking about.
I know him too well.
I don't like him.
I don't like talking to him.
I don't like being in any type of contact with him.
I don't like his presence.
It's not a good presence.
He was here last night.
I didn't like it.
He's mad.
He wants to hurt me.
He wants to scare me.
He wants to trick me into doing something I know I shouldn't.
He takes over my mind.
He takes control over me.
He's bad news.
He never comes around unless he wants something.
Before last night he hadn't been around in years.
The last time he was here he almost made me take my life.
I took pills.
14 pills.
He made me.
He took control.
He took over my mind and thoughts.
He made me believe I had no reason to be here.
He's the reason I have mental issues with the voices and spirits.
He made me believe I was better off dead.
He's the reason why I don't want to be here.
Well, one of the main reasons.
He wants me to kill myself.
To take my own life.
He doesn't care about anybody around me.
There are certain people he don't like.
He tries to make me shut down and push everyone away all at one time.
All in one moment.
It's like he flips a switch in my head.
To make me go from me to a monster.
A literal monster.
Someone who doesn't care.
Someone who has no humanity.
Someone who wants nothing but to hurt someone or myself.
I don't want people to know about him.
He shows himself sometimes.
He's scary.
He's a y'all black figure.
He will stand over me and scream at me.
He will walk towards me as if he's gonna take my last breath from me.
He drains the life out of me.
I can go from having the most energy I've ever had to me sleeping for days.
He threatens me.
His words are smoothly spoken.
But I don't trust me.
I'm scared.
