Him

he tells me to do bad things, things no child should have to hear. he thrives on all the darkness, the trauma, and the fear. he continues to try to break me, he tells me to hurt myself I try to block out his sinister words but nothing seems to help. his like a whisper in my ear, or rather a voice inside my head. which I believe is so much worse than a monster under the bed. he is everywhere that I am, he and I are one, he lives and breathes and tortures me and pulls my strings til I'm undone. he's driven me to the edge and he made me do very bad things. pills, powder, blades, and blood, he's the master who pulls my strings. one day I'll break from under his rule, I'll live without the voice. I'll eat and drink and live my life, and it'll all be my choice. until that day comes, I'll live with him right here, for him and I, we are one. I'm my own greatest fear...