Deal with the devil

I can’t stop

The feeling is addicting


They taunt me

Begging me 

To tear myself apart

Thirsty for my blood

And what do I do?

I give in.

I made a deal with the devil,

Sacrificing my blood

For mere moments of peace

Where I don’t have to deal 

with the thoughts 

Swarming my mind,

And clouding my senses.

Will I ever be okay?


  • IamUnicorn

    I never want the pain as some do. I feel like I deserve it.

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