She comes out II

A revised version of "She comes out"

She comes out at night, when

nobody cares

I am alone. She calls to me. She whispers

about me

in my ears,

about how I feel.

She says horrible things -

what I think about.

She is

nobody. I have

my imaginary friend. The voice of someone -

nobody, no one -

who hates me

who wants to know

as much as I do

about my stupid problems.

Inside my head is chaos.

Nobody would really care if I,

a demon,

killed myself.

She is

nothing. Nothing is what I,

Silenda,

am.