You think I'm making this up.
Do you think that the demons are a lie I fabricated to impress you?
Don't make me laugh.
They've always been there now they're just coming out my fingers.
Why do you think I kissed your scars.
Because they match up with mine though I guess you can't see them.
I keep them in the back of my mind because they're no ones business but mine.
I never went in depth on the boy whose Mom would work late and whose Dad would drink all night.
Because I don't want your pity or understanding I can handle myself.
You once told me you don't feel.
Well I feel too much and I can't count the number of times that weight has crushed me.
I'm not changing who I am but the voices in my head needed to talk it out.
So thank you for giving me this.