An angel's on my left shoulder,
A demon is on my right.
The angel represents a healthy lifestyle,
One that will drown out the darkness with bright light.
The demon represents my eating disorder,
And other self-destructive ways.
He unleashes constant torture,
And I see only gloomy days.
The angel tries not to become overpowered,
She remains standing at my side.
But the demon keeps growing stronger,
And soon the angel runs to hide.
The demon stands before me,
And I am filled with fear.
"You're such a bad little girl",
He whispers softly in my ear.
"You don't want your angel,
She can't give you what you need.
But if you follow me,
I can assure you that you'll succeed."
I hesitate for a moment,
And look where my angel used to be.
But she's not there anymore,
Maybe the demon's right and he'll set me free.
The demon reaches out to me,
And I grab onto his hand.
He says he knows how I feel,
And of my self-harming ways he understands.
The demon gives me a razorblade,
He says, "I know just what you need."
I look into his eyes as I slit my wrists,
He smiles as I start to bleed.
"You're a very bad girl,"
He says to me again.
"You always disappoint your family,
You always seem to hurt them."
I'm losing a lot of blood now,
I crumble down to the floor.
I want the demon to leave now,
But he keeps on telling me more.
"You cost your family lots of money,
With all the doctors you see.
And all of those hospitalizations,
Cost such a hefty fee.
You're nothing but a burden,
They shouldn't have to put up with you.
But you won't be bothering them any longer,
By the time that I am through."
I open my mouth to respond,
But I am too weak.
I really want my angel back,
But I cannot speak.
I look up at the demon,
I try to plead with him through my eyes.
"Your angel's gone forever!" he yells,
"She can't hear your screams and cries!"
"You're a really bad girl," the demon says again.
"You mess up everything as far as I can tell.
You're nothing but a failure,
You belong with the Devil in the burning flames of Hell."
My eyes grow wide and fill with tears,
My breath catches in my throat.
I don't want to burn in Hell with the Devil,
That's not where I want to go!
"I didn't mean to be bad,"
I finally manage to cry out.
"I didn't mean to upset my family,
I didn't mean to make them shout.
I'm sorry that I starved myself,
I'm sorry for the cuts all over my skin.
I'm sorry for hurting my family so bad,
I didn't mean to commit such a sin."
"It's too late for apologies," the demon says.
"Your family's suffered enough because of your poor health."
Then the demon pulls the dark hood from his face,
And standing before me is the Devil himself.
My heart stops as I gasp,
But I'm too weak to run away.
The blood keeps draining from my wrists,
And in the crimson puddle I'm forced to lay.
The Devil reaches inside my chest,
And he rips out my soul.
Suddenly we're spinning around,
Inside a big black hole.
I shut my eyes really tight,
As the darkness swirled and swirled.
My breathing stopped and my heart stopped beating,
As the Devil took me from this world.
