It's 4AM
don't turn off the lights
the ghost doesn't frighten me
it's the demon.
My cheeks are wet and
I'm trembling under
the sheets
it seems hard
to breathe but
I won't dare to come out of the quilt
my skin would wake him up
no , the demon's not here
it's the scratches all
my body
reminding me of him
again and again
I go to mama,
don't wanna wake her up
so i go back under my sheets.
I know the demons are outside
I feel sad for my fellow
girls who aren't safe
in this filthy world.

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