Me: I’m done fighting these feelings!
Demon: You need something to take the pain away.
Me: My parents can’t find out about this!
Demon: Just start off on your thighs.
Me: What about when i go swiming?!
Demon: Why would you be seen in a swimsuit. You know you feel valnerable in swimsuits.
Me: I can’t cut though….
Demon: Why?
Me: No more razors…
Demon: Use something you can Burn yourself with.
Me: Burn?
Demon: It’s better then a razor.
Me: You promise?
Demon: I swear. And it’s barely noticable.
Me: Why did it have to come to this?
Demon: Because nobody cares about you anymore! If they did, you wouldn’t be in this situation you dumb Fu*k.
Me: I wish you would get out of my head!!
Demon: Yea? And you also wish that you were normal huh? Well, you not. So this is ur last resort, Hunny.
Me: My last resort… Nobody does care…..
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I’ve actually considered that as a tattoo on my head (behind the ears). Angel on one side, demon on the other. Maybe also a lightbulb on my skull (signifying a good idea).
Don’t take to heart what the demon says, you’re both. You provide the voice of the good one and the bad one. Whoever wins is up to you. Invite the demon to go out swimming and drown him.
Thank you so much. That actually really touched me. <3 thank you!