I hate myself more than ever now.

I've learned that I am not good enough to be called Macbeth's Lady

I am a monster.

I am a poor excuse for a human being.

I take up space for no good reason.

I have exhausted my potential.

On these nights when the voices fill my head and call me

A murder.

Useless!

Monster.

I've decided to end these voices. I can’t take them anymore.

I will commit one more heinous crime

I will murder these demons even if it means my own life will be compromised.

Oh shiny blade you glisten red with the blood of Macbeth’s lady

Oh puddles of crimson surrounding my hands and feet you have avenged the lives of many.

The edges of reality are beginning to blur.

Hearts racing.

My worlds coming to an end,

But I must see the life leave my eyes for it is my greatest victory.

As I stare into the mirror and see the stranger Lady Macbeth a woman I haven't seen in years

For I Macbeth's Lady killed her long ago.

I sunk to my knees and ran my fingers through the silky crimson puddles.

My head hit the tile

My face, my hair, my body covered in my own red silk.

For my beloved Macbeth know this

that this has been my most selfless act.

Two more loud thumps ring through my chest.

Thump.

Thump.

And that was the last anyone ever heard of Macbeth's Lady.

But she failed to realize you can’t kill demons for they are immortal.

Demons just change hosts.

And they have set their eyes on the great Macbeth.

Her most selfless act disguised as her most selfish.

She doomed the man she loved,

her owner,

the man that gave her her name.