it’s that voice in my head that gets me every time right when i think everything is okay it reminds me otherwise it tells me all the things i try to hide away it pushes its fingers down my throat and grabs the razor on my sink and right before i fall asleep it lets me know all of the terrible things i am
It’s something else inside of me. it isn’t always what people say. or what i feel. it’s like a part of me doesn’t want me to get better. this dark demon. this voice that whispers nasty things to me.