A letter of hope.

Dear personal demon,

I feel like I’m falling and no one is there
No one wishes to understand or give a damn  
I think it’s about think I let you know
That I’ve stopped protesting and won’t fight you off
It’s got to be the best plan I’ve had all year
I know you’ve been trying and I pushed you down
I heard what you whispered, the horrors you’d bring  
So I’ve had a change of heart, finally, at last  
Because it doesn’t matter, no one really cares
You could be me and they’d never miss me at all
See there’s the beauty we could do so much
I want you to hurt them, make them feel pain
Wear my face, let it be my safe prison
It doesn’t matter whether I’m free or not
I’m giving you my honest blood bound permission
If I let you be me we’d screw them over
They’d never hurt me, you wouldn’t let them
Numb I’d be, in a state of mind
But I embrace that, why can’t you see?
It would be easier when you decide to be me
Because it hurts too much to be over looked
I want your love because it’s the only one I ever got.  

Your subdued host.