she is me.

the scariest thing as a child was the monster that i thought lived beneath my bed. but the thing that scares me most now is the actual demon inside my head.

she answers to my name

tell me stories that mess up the things that make since inside my brain. the things i’ve grown used to. she tells me to give after all that i’ve gone through

i’ve tried to end her. drowning her head under water but she learned to swim.

she’s taken over my thoughts my every movement. i cower at the touch of every human from the lies she spilled into my brain. i’m alone with no one but her by my side.