Suicide Devil

it crawls through me and lives in my skin it floats in my blood and begs me to give in the blade is my paintbrush and the paper: my skin oh how much i would love for the blade to dig in i think if i’m skinny, the pain will go but really the pain is inside me and i can’t say no the thinner i get, the more whole i feel but i did not realise this was the devils deal i give in to the thoughts and the demons in my head for now i realise they’re not under my bed it was never my fault, the demons live inside me i could never ever change the way they control me so dear devil, what’s next? a cut to the wrist or a blow to the head surely you know your game is no longer fun in time you will see the damage you’ve done i’ll be dead soon don’t worry, the deed will be done -unKnownPerson