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I cannot got a day or so without thinking of the monster within she likes to come and play with me and thank me for my sins she thanks me for forgetting you and thanks me for my slashes she thanks me for keeping her alive with all my fatal crashes “thank you for cutting deep” she says “thank you for yelling, too your friends will not forgive you now it’ll just be me and you” yes her and I will always be together standing strong my quiet little demon who I always drag along she says she’s glad I’m feeling sick she’s glad I’m doing bad “this is good for you and I I’m only here when you’re sad” she tells the truth, I know it’s true this dark demon of mine her name is lady depression she’s around from time-to-time when I feel very low she shows up at my door with razor blades and hand grenades ready for much more she encourages me to stop eating yes, she’ll take my plate away she kindly holds and cleans my blades while I prepare my veins if I begin to feel alright if I begin to feel okay she becomes sick and sad and starts to fade away for little lady only stays when weak minds are unwell you need to feel big and strong to get her to dispel I know you like to live with me and love to give me flack but I need you to leave forever please do not come back
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
little lady
I cannot got a day or so without thinking of the monster within she likes to come and play with me and thank me for my sins she thanks me for forgetting you and thanks me for my slashes she thanks me for keeping her alive with all my fatal crashes “thank you for cutting deep” she says “thank you for yelling, too your friends will not forgive you now it’ll just be me and you” yes her and I will always be together standing strong my quiet little demon who I always drag along she says she’s glad I’m feeling sick she’s glad I’m doing bad “this is good for you and I I’m only here when you’re sad” she tells the truth, I know it’s true this dark demon of mine her name is lady depression she’s around from time-to-time when I feel very low she shows up at my door with razor blades and hand grenades ready for much more she encourages me to stop eating yes, she’ll take my plate away she kindly holds and cleans my blades while I prepare my veins if I begin to feel alright if I begin to feel okay she becomes sick and sad and starts to fade away for little lady only stays when weak minds are unwell you need to feel big and strong to get her to dispel I know you like to live with me and love to give me flack but I need you to leave forever please do not come back
emily-mackenzie
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
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