Bad Thoughts

I have a demon that lives inside me.

It comes out when I’m alone.

Sometimes, it sits on my chest – making it hard for me to breathe.

Sometimes, it sits on my back – burdening me with the weight of a world I don’t belong in.

Sometimes, it sits on my head – making it feel so heavy.

The worst is when it has its hand squeezing my heart – it makes me want to die.

It whispers to me. Things like: You’re fat. You’re stupid. Nobody likes you. No one will notice if you stopped showing up. You’re a waste of space.

Funny thing this demon. It kills me everyday, yet, I wake up every morning.

Why can’t it make me disappear?

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