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Dec 2013
I can do it, Mama
I can get the demons out from my head
Just watch, I’ll starve them out
I don’t think the demons can outlast my hunger
I can count my ribs
One two, one two
I can count each section of spine
Look how pretty I look in my pretty blue dress
Can you see, Mama?
They’re still in there
Still wandering in my mind
Don’t you worry one second, Mama
I’ll bleed them out
Just watch, Mama
Not gone yet?
I’ll just cut deeper
The demons can’t outlast the blade
Just look how pretty pale the scars are, Mama
Just look how they clash so beautifully
All over me
The demons still haunt me
I still hear their whispers
Don’t you fret, Mama
I’ll cry them out
No demon can outlast my tears
Just look how the water streaks my pale face
Just look how the droplets twinkle
Aren't I pretty, Mama?
Still there, still there
They don’t go away
Don’t be upset, Mama
I’ll dose them from my mind
One, two, three pills
Why not them all?
Don’t you see how the colors dance in my eyes, Mama?
I can still feel the demon’s breath on my skin
Don’t you scream, Mama
I’ll drown them out
No demon can outlast the depth
See how lovely I am beneath the waves, Mama?
Why do look at me that way?
Why do your eyes fill with tears?
I’m trying to be beautiful
Isn't that what you wanted?
I’m trying to be good
Like all you longed for
Why do you only see
The devil within?
You’ll never worry again, Mama
As I sink down deeper
The last of my breath now free
I can promise you
The demon is gone
Because the demon was me
Written by
Elizabeth Thorn
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