A trigger here, a knife here, with a razor, slit the wrist, fill the bath, take a nap, very soon a blood bath, then finally eternal nap.
Get the rope, tie it high, take a dive, might feel a strain but soon you'll fly high. Free and far aspiring way, it might also be some pain killers but no matter the medicine, it'll eventually take the pain away, cause after all that's what your demon says.
He's now your best friend but you're just his victim, another one, to him a weakling.
Another score, another win, but he knows the truth, that you're a special beam, meant for greatness, that's why he's here to challenge, to test. Trying to overtake your mind, and get inside the innocence of your heart, to divide and conquer and work through your flaws. All the loneliness, depression, and hallucinations are side effects of a sickness that's curable. It's no virus nor cancer, not easily prevented but no doubt can be cured. Through time, self love and healing, and with those who understand and not judge. We're all going through the same glitch. The self loathing to defy destiny's gifts. To feel faithless and useless, just all round the worst, a mind seeking refugee in the thought of killing our self, but I'll continue to have hope for us both. To do a prayer to save our souls, but if that doesn't work and you're still considering, please note to remember don't let the demon drive the bus.

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