Demon's Escape

For my friend, who thanks to her, nights like these are a thing of the past.

Let the blessed smoke fill my wretched lungs, 

And shave another day off if this inconceivable life. 

This life will beat you. 

This life will break you down. 

You will hurt and you will mourn.

You will feel so desperate and alone. 

These are the thoughts

Running frantically through my mind 

As I suck down the nicotine 

Alone on the bathroom floor. 

Tears are leaking from my eyes, 

Which are pressed shut, 

Trying to make the world stand still 

So I can form a coherent thought. 

The blade is to my right 

Promising release 

Allowing the demons and confusion 

To escape through my veins. 

If you look closely 

At the inside of my wrist 

You will find scars, 

Of varying stages of healing. 

Now here, on the bathroom floor, 

All of these wounds are sealed 

And I can feel the demons scratching away, 

Eating away at me, searching for a way out. 

Slit my wrists, 

Slit my thighs, 

I'm running out 

Of places to hide. 

The blade takes over, 

Until I lose my mind. 

 Just another cigarette to take the edge off.

Author's Note

Something different. It may be hard to follow, but I'm interested in hearing what you think and how you interpreted it?

Reviews

[Anita Singh]

It was a disturbing read. Self harm, a path one should never take.
I like these lines:
"The blade is to my right
Promising release
Allowing the demons and confusion
To escape through my veins."

Enjoyed reading it.