My Friends the Demons.

The shadows cast in the deepest corner.

It's hiding the demons, that call out to me.

They play cruel games, they say there friends.

Warm, greeting, inviting.

I feel myself being sucked into their game.

They take my hand and won't let go.

They whisper to me, tell me what I don't want to hear.

Escape. Escape. I must escape.

They tighten their hold, I scream out.

Nobody comes to my rescue, nobody hears my calls.

"They don't care. Nobody loves you, you weak ugly girl!" They howl with laughter.

They have to be right, nobody can see the battle behind my eyes, the torture that I'm facing.

How do you live? When everyday, the demons whisper.

I try running away, but they hold me tight.

There yelling now, there eyes piercing red.

So loud, their voices, just go away!

I'm so ashamed, I was never meant to be this way.

The cool knife on my warm skin.

For a moment, it feels good.

The demons keep playing their game.

They pull out memories of him. 

My sweet, loving, broken angel.

What have I done?!? I'm going to hurt him!

The demons roar with laughter.

Their fueling my hurt, there growing everyday.

There taking over, distorting my self-image.

"Your ugly! Your Fat! You don't deserve him, he's to good for you!" They chant, over and over, roaring with their devilish laughter.

There controlling me, as I stand in the bathroom, hot tears rolling down my face. 

I'm on my knees crying. 

"I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!" I scream, pleading for somebody to contact me ... nobody hears, nobody cares.

Crumpled on the floor, the food no longer in my stomach.

The laughter high and shrill in my head.

There quiet, the silence is deafening.

But where am I?

They've taken me away.

Left cold, alone, and vulnerable.

I'm trying to regain myself. 

Experiencing love, filling my mind with positive, true words from my angel.

But the silence. It's what I wanted .. but it's not right.

Even the demons left me.

But how? How could I let them take me away.

Lead me down that shadowy path.

Left my soulless body to stumble around, lost and confused.

It's so dark, I can't see.

I'm falling over and over again.

Are they really gone? Have they left me for good?

No. No. No! 

I sometimes hear there whispers, never letting me forget.

I'm worthless. Stupid. Nobody Cares. I don't deserve anybody anyways. All I deserve is to be empty.

I'm not even worthy of pain.

I deserve nothing,

but .. it can't be true right?

"No, it's true." A shrill whisper in my mind.