Honestly, I Don't Really Know

He Hopes

Tw: mental illness, gore (??), self harm

Get out .
Get out

Get. Out.

He tears his hair from his head
He hopes the demons come with it

He tears his skin from his face
He hopes the demons leave with the tissue

He sits awake in bed
He digs the blade into his wrist

He hopes the demons leave with the blood.

Leave.

-Z