Marissa Cowans

Monster

There is a monster inside.
A monster that must be satisfied.
Not by food.
But by blood.
The knife screaming to me.
'Just one little cut. It won't hurt. It will make you feel better.'
Damn him for doing this to me.
For repeatedly raping my soul.
Because of him I can never be whole.
He started when I was too young to understand.
Too young to know.
He stopped only after I was too torn apart to be saved.
Too ashamed.
The blade was the only way I could live.
Only way to survive.
Addicted to knives.
Dead inside.
I needed to feel.
The pain brought...