Abuse. IF THE DEMONS ATE MY BRAIN

whips on my brain like scars on my back

a million slaves know the sound of that

eating at my soul as the scale calls me fat

screams burn my ears and my heartbeat race

as the demons in my head come out and look me in the face

danger in my mind but my eyes tell a lie

leave me with confusion and questioning why

darkness is entering the corners of my room

floods blood and fear into my soul

thoughts of the dead will make my mind their home

anxiety eating at the stomach so i threw up blood

no room in my head, im left with the dead, and im left
with the thoughts of the scary demons that live with me in
the dark.

as the violent silence creep into my hair the demons pull my head back
and together we all stare

as minutes go by and the silence gets too much a small whisper
comes out like a bright torch

"no wonder nobody loves you" i hear echo in my dark scary room.