I can run away,
I can hide from it all,
but physically escaping
is not the challenge here.
The challenge is escaping
myself, the demon within me,
the evil I have become.
I’m losing my mind,
on the sheer brink of insanity.
How much more can I endure?
Sleepless nights
and echoing thoughts,
voices, commands, which lead to actions.
Nothing terrible, just
a few hundred more scars,
feeling as if you’re
mechanically programmed
to inflict harm upon yourself,
to take your own life,

not because you’re trying to kill yourself,
but because you’re trying to kill
the person you have let yourself become.

Trying to slay the evil inside,
the mental deformation
that lives behind my eyes,
controlling me through strings,
like a twisted ventriloquist,
while I suffer in the position of being the petty. little. puppet.