Him
by Jordan
(Indiana)
I pray I'll make it through the night.
I beg silently to be saved.
I don't want this.
But I deserve this.
I sit on my bed, ready and willing.
Waiting for him to take me over.
He tempts me with my once-pleasant memories.
The things I used to love now bring me hatred.
I drag the blade across my skin, watching in astonishment.
I don't cry.
I don't ask for help.
I know if I make a sound he will punish me more.
I've become a horrible, sick, obsessive monster.
The pain is so real, but this feels like a dream.
The nights grow longer, and seem to go on forever.
The pain grows with every tear.
The cuts grow deeper.
Why can't he just leave me alone?
He pushes me.
He begs me.
He breaks me.
He hurts me.
He takes me.
He makes me his.
The Devil Made Me Do It.
