Demons

my blood is filthy, sinful, wrong. i need it out of my system, so i cut, cut, cut. i force the demons out, along with the blood. i watch as the evil forms on the bedsheets, leaving marks no amount of washes can get off. but no matter how much blood i get out, there's still more. more that makes me a sinner. i feel the demons crawling under my skin, hear themwhispering their secrets to me. i stick fingers down my throat, to get them out. at the end of the day, im exhausted and in pain, but maybe it'll be worth it. maybe i got it out of me to get to heaven, not to be cast into hell.