Dear demons,
Congratulations you bastards. You won. I'm done fighting. Every time I do, I fail. Take my body. I don't care. I hate myself thanks to you. I couldn't scream for help at all. I was stuck. You put a smile on my face everyday. I wanted a frown on my face so people would know I'm not okay. Please, leave me alone. Oh wait, you can't. If killing me is the only way to get rid of you, then I'll do it. It was horrible knowing you.
Sincerely, the loser