I wake up each day, and think that I’m fine,
but with each fleeting blink, I know it’s a lie.
I wish I could end you, put a stop here and now.
The invisible weight, your persistence, my frown.
You sit on my shoulder, waiting at bay,
patiently crouching, you silently say,
“Just wait, little girl, till I’ve got you alone,
I’ll tear up your skin, grind up your bone.
There’ll be nothing left over when I am through,
not even a shell of yourself that you knew.”
And I stand stark still frozen, stuck firm to the ground.
With short, shallow breaths, I look all around.
I know that I heard that cruel voice ringing loud,
and I can’t seem to shake it, or silence the sound.
So I sink ever slowly to the cold, hard ground,
for I know this harsh monster, I know I’ve been found.
I curl up real tightly and I wait for the blow,
for my demons are coming, that’s one thing I know.
