unwanted bloodlust

The voices scream louder against the blocks she has put up against them. She can't ignore it anymore, wants to listen to them, finds comfort in them, needs them. They scream at her for locking them out for so long, names, victims, foul words, she cries but is to overcome with relief to put the blocks back up. They haven't left her, her silent insanity is still intact. She kicks herself for ever thinking that she could ever live a life of normalcy, for believing that she has not become so weak. She has missed them so much, the awful things they tell her to do, the weapons they give her to fuel her anger, they help her end the torment of her peers and so called friends. She screams as her eyes fill with hate and a cold hand grips her broken heart. "Listen to us" they chorus together, "we are your only friends". She cries out against them as hands, unseen, grasp her arms and force her to her knees/ Tears of anger pour from her eyes as her vision blurs and fades to red. The demon she has tried so hard to hide has returned to the surface wanting control, and needing to feed. "Go" they say, they bribe her out of her already broken sanity, "feed" they say, already feeling her resistance beginning to slacken. The demon inside her takes over entirely, she can't put it back, away, behind the bars of her rational self. She can't win, the blood lust has become so strong, she can't fight anymore, she gives in entirely...  

Author's Note

im debating on turning this in to the school magazine, and was wondering if anyone had some helpful critisizism on how i could make it better, please don't be mean,