The demonic voices ring through my head. Give in. Give up. They whisper to me sweetly.
Tears spring into my eyes and I bite my lip. I sink against the wall and break the ferocious grip on my left hand. The knife clatters to the floor.
It’s easier than you think. The voices tell me.
I know that. I know it’s easy to let it all go.
I just don’t know when I’m going to do it. I realize rhat I’m ready to let life slip away, I'm just unsure of when when I want to give up on everything.
The voices are trying to win again.
