My demons are what make me. So don't fall for my smile, its far uglier when you know the reason for it. Don't fall for my eyes, you'd go insane learning what they hide. And don't fall for my lips, they'll poison you with bitter coffee and evil words. And please, I beg of you, do not fall for me, because my demons will strip you of  your joy and turn you into the monster that I am, pierced with shards from a broken heart and toxic thoughts of self harm. My demons are what make me, but please, please do not fall, blindfolded by my 'beauty', and let them make you.