Apr 2016
I hate late nights
It's when the wicked comes out
It's when the demons come out to play
Worthless
Pathetic
Meaningless
The little creatures
In my head say
But people say
I matter
They say I'm important
And that they'd miss me if I was gone
I reply
Really?
How are you so important?
They don't even notice you're hurting
You must be real important
They retort
Mom noticed
So did Brett
But you told them
You told them you were hurting
The demons in my head
Point out
To add insult to injury
They continue
Not to mention how ugly you are
My head hurts
Brett says I'm beautiful
So do my parents
And my friends
Face it chica
People lie
Have you looked in the mirror
You have blemishes
You have stretch marks
You have bags under your eyes
You smile is hideous
How can you stand to be seen in public?
They scoff
I've got to be pretty to a degree
Right?
Strangers have said so
I wouldn't have had so many people like me at once
If I wasn't pretty
I argue
You're somewhat kind personality
Might have something to do with that
When you're not being a sarcastic *****
I'm not like that all the time anymore
I've gotten a lot better
So what?
It doesn't make up for anything
You're never going to get anywhere in life
How do you expect to get into art school?
You plain out ****
Nothing you do can ever change someone's life
Nothing you do is meaningful
I don't say anything
How do you expect to get a job later
When you terrified to get one now?
You're so pathetic
Just a waste of space
Shut up
Stop
Just stop!
What?
Afraid of the truth?
Afraid to confront the reality of your life?
How long until you realize
You're nothing but a failure
It's never going to be enough
Never
My throat goes dry
Maybe you're right
Maybe I'll never make a difference
But I can't leave
I've made promises
I know, 100%, that some people would miss me
So I've got to stick around
My eyes fill with tears
My stomach churns
I lay in bed
The dark feels like a predator
Ready to devour me whole
Tears cover my cheeks
As I lay there
Waiting for sleep to come
And the late night to pass
Because I hate late nights
It's when the wicked comes out
It's when the demons come out to play
It's when the wicked comes out
It's when the demons come out to play
Worthless
Pathetic
Meaningless
The little creatures
In my head say
But people say
I matter
They say I'm important
And that they'd miss me if I was gone
I reply
Really?
How are you so important?
They don't even notice you're hurting
You must be real important
They retort
Mom noticed
So did Brett
But you told them
You told them you were hurting
The demons in my head
Point out
To add insult to injury
They continue
Not to mention how ugly you are
My head hurts
Brett says I'm beautiful
So do my parents
And my friends
Face it chica
People lie
Have you looked in the mirror
You have blemishes
You have stretch marks
You have bags under your eyes
You smile is hideous
How can you stand to be seen in public?
They scoff
I've got to be pretty to a degree
Right?
Strangers have said so
I wouldn't have had so many people like me at once
If I wasn't pretty
I argue
You're somewhat kind personality
Might have something to do with that
When you're not being a sarcastic *****
I'm not like that all the time anymore
I've gotten a lot better
So what?
It doesn't make up for anything
You're never going to get anywhere in life
How do you expect to get into art school?
You plain out ****
Nothing you do can ever change someone's life
Nothing you do is meaningful
I don't say anything
How do you expect to get a job later
When you terrified to get one now?
You're so pathetic
Just a waste of space
Shut up
Stop
Just stop!
What?
Afraid of the truth?
Afraid to confront the reality of your life?
How long until you realize
You're nothing but a failure
It's never going to be enough
Never
My throat goes dry
Maybe you're right
Maybe I'll never make a difference
But I can't leave
I've made promises
I know, 100%, that some people would miss me
So I've got to stick around
My eyes fill with tears
My stomach churns
I lay in bed
The dark feels like a predator
Ready to devour me whole
Tears cover my cheeks
As I lay there
Waiting for sleep to come
And the late night to pass
Because I hate late nights
It's when the wicked comes out
It's when the demons come out to play
