Crying in the corner,

I hear whispers.

I watch as the hand that isn’t mine

Make lines of blood on my arms.

The hands I don’t know anymore.

The ones that encourage my evil-doing.

As I watch the blood drip down my arms,

I wonder why I cannot feel this pain, yet,

The one inside is killing me.

Along with my thoughts, 

I scatter on the ground,

Trying to get up, yet,
I fall again.

I tremble on the ground, and

Crawl back to my corner.

My eyes explore the dark room.

My mind wanders to forsaken memories.

I look down at my arms once more, 

Then, my eyes close,

Releasing silent tears.