Define me. They shouldn’t but they do. They are why I tell people to not hurt themselves, that life is worth it yet can’t seem to see it or believe it myself. They are why people give me awkward looks when they see I don’t find anything amusing. The reason why at a glance others see my scars and grab my arm and demand to know why I’m doing it to the myself. They are the reason why I cut and burn, because they want proof they’ve been here. They are the reason why I walk on a Bridge or high ledge, my heart beats faster while they tell me to jump almost anticipating the sweet kiss of death. They are why I don’t talk to my family about this because they say it’ll destroy the relationship. They are why I’m rude and nasty to girl I love in order to push her farther away from me when I really want her so close that their is no space between us. They are the reason I failed out of school because they’ve convinced me I’m not good enough. They are why I tremble and shake at the touch of the plastic medicine bottle because they are trying to force the whole bottle down my throat.
My demons are part of me- all of me and that’s why they define me.
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In a weird way, I love this post. More like I can relate to some of it. You are a great writer… Demons have the best of most of us.
people are demons to me:(