A demon on my shoulder

Never leaves

Silenced during a binge

Begging for food to leave

My body

A once whole well working machine

Cracked damaged scarred

From pain from voices

That shout in vain

Words swirling

Like a hurricane

Only thing I can hear

Only self hate

Not so simple

Can't reprogram like that

As not a machine

But a human being

As though I require a different kind of fixing

Break from a mind quite like mine

Sweet sweet release

Fixing a mind quite like mine

Is quite the impossible feat