Uncontrolled Mad Sense

I hear them whisper.
Same voices.
Controlling me.
I want the pain.
The blade.
The hurt.
The bleed.
To bleed it out.
To scream inside.
Loud.

They still whisper.
And inside I'm yelling,
Louder and louder.
I soon will lose it.
Will ask for too much.
Too much to bleed.
It will not stop.
Never.

I urge the pain.
The hurt.
The blood.
I ask for it.
I search for it.

Others are laughing
Are smiling.
Are not thinking.
I am.
She is.
Inside.
That person with a mad desire to hurt herself.
Crazy.
I'm not crazy.

It is nothing serious.
Normal.
I'm normal.

But that's not what they think.
They think I'm crazy.
They think Satan has overtaken.
My Soul.
My Mind.
My Body.

He has not.
Will not.
Just kept me company.

I don't like his company.

His voice buzzes in my ear.
His drift is ignorant.
Stiffening my bones.

I hate his company.

I hate her.