There is a demon that lives in all of us,
A tormented soul that hungers for human pain.
The only way it knows it’s alive is in the grief it causes -
It feasts on your heart, and poisons your mind.

“Ever feel you just don’t belong?
Not in this world, any world, even the next?
You sit surrounded by friends you love -
But do they love you in return?”

It feeds in the dark, feeds on insecurities.
It thrives in your suffering and grows stronger -
Slowly stronger each passing day.
In a willowy voice it whispers in your mind:

“They say they care about you, need you -
But in reality, do they really care?
They had a life before you were in it,
They still do when you are gone.”

It traps you in a web of lies,
Then laughs at your feeble attempts to struggle.
But you only tie yourself tighter, tighter -
Until you drowned yourself in a sea of your own fears.

“Their lives would go on without you.
It might have even be better if you hadn’t entered it.
In fact, it all would be better if you were gone -
Never born, never existed - no one needs you.”

Little pricks, small wounds - only a little blood loss.
But it grows more every hour; it laughs at you
As a river of blood pours from your broken soul.
Happily it laughs, sadistically it whispers:

"Go ahead, slice deeper, chase those with vodka --
No one will mourn your passing, no one will grieve.
As you lie in the grave, they forget you quickly
And life will go on as before.”

It takes pleasure in your insanity it caused,
As your soul lies broken on the floor
You look at the shell that remains of who you once were -
Is it possible to go back and save yourself?

“Give up - give in - why even try?
I’ve won and you have lost - lost everything.
I have you now, you belong to me for eternity.
If you give in, the pain will end . . . .”

Standing at the edge of insanity, staring it in the face -
The demon stands behind you, edging you closer, closer.
As it fuels the flames of doubt you turn to face it -
And you look yourself in the eye.

“That’s right - I am you, you are me,
We are one in the same, but I am stronger.
How can you fight against yourself?
I always win in the end.”

Do you face the cliff or yourself?
Who will win when all is said and done?
You still whisper in your mind “jump - jump” -
Do you?