Monster

I will break you.

I told myself.

No one loves you.

It said.

You are just a liar.

I picked up my razor,

Know all this to be true.

Just do it.

No one will miss you.

I contemplated my choices.

As the cold metal hit my skin.

You are worthless!

A piece of shit!

Blood came pouring out.

Tears follow.

Be careful.

We don't want this to the first

And last time.

My hands raised to my head

As I ripped out hair to stop the talking. 

Cut the flesh,

Feel the pain.

I screamed to myself

As my claws sunk further into my skin.

Isn't the pain wonderful?

I cut myself again.

Isn't red beautiful? 

Once more.

That's it!

And again.

Keep it up!

I no longer flinch.

My tears mixed with the fresh cuts.

It stings.

"It hurts,

But feels so good."

Now write, dear.

I picked up a quill.

Using the fresh blood

From the new cuts,

I write on paper.

Good girl.

It remarked.

Now cut again.

I found a knife

And slide it quickly against my wrists.

Tears stop.

A smile.

I pay no mind to the blood.

I just watch it spill.

I'm going to fuck you

With every line.

Then it stopped.

A puddle had formed.

How long has it been raining

In the bathroom?

I shrugged and made more cuts.

I wanted to stop.

I was desperate to stop.

Then, I did.

I stopped,

And just laid there.