Thoughts.

Trapped, crippled by demons to complete the sentence. I lay away to rot as they beat me with every negative thought I have ever had. Their cruel words slither out from their mouths, choking me with every ounce of hate they can muster. Echoing all around me relentlessly, “You are NEVER going to be enough. They NEVER loved you. You DON’T even love yourself. You are NEVER going to be loved. They ALL lied. You ONLY bother people. You DID it to yourself. It is YOUR fault they left. No one REALLY cares about you. You are TOXIC. You ARE weak. You ARE ugly. You ARE fat. You ARE stupid. You ARE worthless. Did you HEAR ME?! YOU. ARE. FUCKEN. WORTHLESS!” I want to sob. Sob until my chest aches, until I gasp breath, until the world around me is blurry. My cheeks remain dry. I don’t have much left anymore. Everyday I am carved out, left with only the evil and the corrupt to run rampant from within. Numbed inside and out.