Like there are demons inside of me:
They grew inside of me when I was a child, seeds of despair, planted by my mother. And, as they grew bigger and bigger they held onto me with their razor sharp nails, digging into my flesh, and their fangs sinking into my neck as they whisper into my ears with their poisonous voices, how useless and stupid and ugly and clumsy and selfish and evil and worthless I am, that I just cannot possibly do anything good or succeed at anything.
Sometimes they sleep and I think, "I am alright, I will do this". But then they wake up and they start ripping at my flesh and shouting in my ears, deafening me with their voices. And I just want to scream, my brain gets overwhelmed, I try to fight them back but their evil voices are always there, waiting to put me down.
Their nails and fangs are so deep inside my flesh, prizing them out one by one and hurling them back into the depths of Hell where they belong, will rip me apart. But I want them gone. I can't function with them, not like this anymore. It is too hard. I want to fight them and rip them out of me before they finally destroy me.
But I don't know how to do that and I am terrified and alone and those demons are my only companions
