a - possessed

The demons they mock me, controlling all that I am,
They know no one believes me, ensuring that they can,
Continue to use me, destroy me, until,
My body is useless, devoid of all free will.

Night after night and day after day,
They decide the pain that I feel and the words that I say,
I’m helpless and lost, a shell of a girl,
Once filled with goodness and love, now consumed by evil.

I pray for the day, that my soul leaves this body,
Free from these demons, who poison and torture,
Maybe then people will understand, I was never to blame,
I hope they can look at me then, without disgust or shame.

The end is near, I’m now barely myself,
A mere shadow of a person, who doesn’t recognise herself,
The sooner they win, the sooner I can leave,
I have fought for long enough, it’s now time I got some reprieve.

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