Monsters in my mind

Every time I close my eyes I see all the demons I try to hide. Every time I blink they scream. They clamor for my attention, "listen to me, listen." They scratch and claw and tear me apart from the inside. That's why I once bled. The scars were finally visible on the outside. I had wanted to see if I bled black-if I could bleed them out. But I bled a dark crimson. And it didn't make them go away. Nothing made them go away. They pulled at my lips, twisting them into a crooked grin. And inside I begged someone to notice. But they accepted this creature as me. I began to wonder how well they knew me in the first place. And I began to fear that once I did get out of this I wouldn't be able to recognize myself-I had changed so much.