The demons in my head are quiet friendly now
They talk to me about tall the things I like to talk about
They tell me why he left and why he hurt
They tell me why he loves her and why she's better
They tell me what to do about it, they tell me the way
They teach me a way to switch my kind of pain
Mental to physical is the way they teach
A cut per demon a cut per reason
They teach me to say sorry for everything
They teach me who I really am
A monstrosity of a being with no purpose
No reason to live
They teach me of a better place
They like to call it hell
Where I don't have to hurt myself anymore
They will do it for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem