September 21st, 2015 by Rain

They’re so loud…the whispers of demons.

I can’t hear my own thoughts at times, and they think I’m just spacing out..going insane.

But when I cut, there’s just silence. It stops. As long as the pain is there, the demons stop. They hide in the corners of my mind, eyeless creatures, hypnotized by the taste of pain. But I can hear..I can hear my friends, my boyfriend, and I can put my mask back on and pretend to be happy again.

But when I’m sober, they’re so loud….the whispers of demons.


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