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there is a spirit within me telling me to kill myself
when she is inside me i only feel welts
so i tell myself there are happy moments, and you live for those moments
she talks back, telling me 'but there are so little of them'
the moments that have meaning to give my life purpose
but I'm useless
only taking up space that could be filled with non the less
with broken glass of my shattered heart
cramping from the poison darts
with one flick of your bleeding wrists you could kill me
its that easy
and each time you do, and each time the blood drips
leaving only puddles from crying eyes
my eyes
although i do not cry
i know i am stronger that this, or at least i try
i want to go to a church
correction: i need to go to a church
but i fear...not of God, but of what i do not want to know
what they will tell me
what i will not admit
I'm too disgusted by it
at heart Christian
at soul, mind, emotions
demon
solitary confinement cannot control them
they are too controlling themselves
but i, am the queen of them
or at least i believe i am
i fear, i fear, not what you would think, but one thing
myself
my abilities, my power
what i can make happen
what i can prevent
the hearts i can clamp
stopping when my body is vacant
eyes with film over them
hands cold
breath stolen by the demon child losing control
but for now i have it
and do not permit
the bound to space in winters ice
the bound i take to end my life
