When I was a little boy I always knew I was a mistake. I was told constantly, each time cutting away at the big smile I use to once have.

But you're our mistake, always been ours. We care for you more than anyone else ever could.

When I first cut myself-

At 9 years old

That's when he met me

Can I please tell the story guys?

Of course continue

Thank you. As I was saying when I first cut, the feeling brought me to my knees. I finally had control over the pain, control of how much I suffer.

That's why I'm so addicting. I gave you the feelings so you can find that release. Without me you would have never experienced such joy.

My life has been an ongoing rainy day that gets worse with each passing day. The only way I think of fixing it is offing myself.

But that's where I come in. What happens when you take your last breath? Where do you go? Is there really a god? Do you think you'll go to hell or will there be complete darkness to suffer for eternity for your sins?

We work hand n hand. It's what we're both good at.

Sometimes I wish I could let the voices take control though they both have opposing views on how I should live my life.

Yeah that as well. We have our differences, but something we'll always have in common is our agreement that Ben is surely our mistake.

And that's where I start hating them again. See them both for what they always be.

And what exactly might that be Ben?

The demons in my head...