Mommy, theres demons in my head.

I see them when I sleep.

Every time these thoughts go by

inside my head they creep.

They see me when i'm happy.

They best know me when i'm sad. 

They're the ones who tell me

the things i do aren't bad.

They whisper softly in my ear,

when I lay awake at night.

Words you would hate to hear

if you enjoyed life.

they tell my to open my eyes and look;

black is what I see.

And that if my life I took, 

this is how things would be. 

No sunrise in the morning,

no sunset when it's dusk,

No listening to his sweet snoring,

they say that it's a must.

why, you may ask,

does it seem so marvelous?

A life so dull and bask,

nothing left but darkness?

well I have an answer for you.

They put it in my head.

they give me a sort of que

to color my arms red.

They say to take a walk

and carry a rope too.

They remind me how kids gawk,

and they make me tie the nues

They remind me they know all;

even my scars they see. 

they say beneath my sleeves they crawl,

although i hide them carefully.

The give me a friendly bump,

and tell me "soon, you'll see"

and then they say to jump. 

They ended the life of me.