This darkness is slowing seeping into me, through my pores and into my bloodstream. Or maybe they found their way in through my split veins. I'm not quite sure anymore, but they're consuming me whole. And I can only pretend to act unaffected by their harsh bites at my knuckles and scratch marks at my throat for so long. These thoughts use to only haunt me at 4am, but they've fought their way to daylight and my minds not capable of fighting them off or telling them no. They're trapped in this skeleton of a body and they're eating me alive. There's a letter beside me listing "goodbyes" to my family and boyfriend. I don't know what I'll end up doing, but I'm scared of what these voices are making me do. I'm scared of what I've become.