Demonic Whispers

My demon is not violent
It isn't some beast from hell

It doesn't want me six feet under
It doesn't care if I do well

No it's methods aren't stereotypical
It burns me with its eyes

It fuels my depression and anxiety
With truth instead of lies

It kills me with its whispers
Telling me what I already know

That I contain no beauty 
That my heart beats slow

Just barely keeping me alive
Causing a pain all in its own

So I can do the work for her
Bleeding, cutting, slicing to the bone

She peers at me through reflections
Smiling that devilish grin

As I crumble to my demise
With my blade and my sin

Telling me it's my fault that she is gone
"That everyone will leave pathetic little me

Sure, that defenseless act is cute at first
But a even a mother gets sick of her baby

Pushing it beneath the bath tub waves
Filling its tiny lungs with soapy water

But who is this child in the tub
If only it was your mother's daughter

The world would have been better"
She whispers in my ear

Continuously; and I just want it to stop
She is not who I fear

I just hope I don't take her advice one day
And cut my last cuts on my wrist

But it is so tempting
And it's getting harder to resist