Goodbye,

I didn’t think I would ever write this. Part of me knew you would always be over my shoulder. For a long time, I couldn’t tell the difference between you and I. What would happen if you decided to depart from me? Would I crumble under the pressure or would I soar above the clouds? I had no idea, but all I knew was you wore my lifeline. 

How did you encounter me? You must stollen me from my mother when I was an infant. I know she searched for me and cried for me, but she couldn’t find me. You keep me hidden from everyone including myself. 

You didn’t want to shelter me but rather toy with me. I was yours to prey off of.

You wore my sole friend at least that’s what I believed. You wore so convincingly that you fooled me, and I fell into your trap. I believed you even when your claws were leaving scars on my back.

Your words sounded so musical, and they rolled off your long tongue so easily but they wore coated in venom. I indulged in your words and for I was poisoning myself with your charming little lies. 

I believed you had my best interests at heart, but your talons wore digging into my soul. 

I don’t remember making a deal for you to take away my voice. You had your tentacles wrapped around my neck, and I couldn’t breathe. 

You held me back. You cut off my wings. You locked me in a cage and all I could do was sob. I was locked away by you and you laughed at me. You held so much power over me, and I was frightened of you. 

You knew my wings wore never strong enough to fly above traditions and adversity. So you watched as this caged bird was nothing more than a scared little girl.

You see I believed you to be me. You had me so convinced that I believed you and I wore the same. Not to realize you wore controllingly me this whole time. It wasn’t until I saw you in the mirror one day and could see a demon attached to me. See you wore so ruthless to me and you didn’t need darkness to cover your mischief. 

Oh. But you will be ashamed of what you said to me. One day I’m going to cut the tentacles suffocating me. One day I’m going to stand up against you and open the cage myself. One day not too radiant or too stormy, but on an average day, you will see the first blade in your chest. 

And I will ultimately be free of you. I will allow you to go. You will be vanquished from mind once and for all. 

Farewell, my demon.