A Loathing Sickness

Consumed by self loathing of who I am and what's under my clothing horrible and disgusting the bait is hate it pulls me in and eats me from within sweetest personality sick in the head is my reality the pain is what I need the knife I use to feed bitter sweetness releases me from the blade that appeases me ripping my hair out pulling at my skin my old scars heal and become so thin so I re-open them forcing the knife in sometimes I crave death to take my last breath to end the misery that comes from being me wishing the devil would set me alight to feel the burn so I can shine bright on my bed I lie thinking of ways that I could die the notion torments my being because I won't be freeing my soul anytime soon I'll torture myself again and again to prevent my family feeling a grieving pain I know my sickness will be over soon but until then in my head the demon will swoon...