(Tw: suicidal thoughts)

My hands are contorting

Contorting like I’m possessed

Possessed by my demons

Demons who wish me dead

Dead on the inside, smiling on the outside

Outside these walls I built

Built for someone brave enough to climb

Climb over the jagged edges and the needles that so round my heart so bloody and bruised

Bruised from war, fighting for a reason

Reason not to let the demons choke me with my own blood and tears

A/N: something I had in my notes, just trying to get my streak back