Little Friend

I have a little friend, trapped inside my head. They talk to me quite often, even when in bed. My little friend can seem so mean, to people who don't know. But they're only trying to protect me, I know because they said so. My head can get quite dark in there, but little friends assures. That everything is quite alright, They control to reassure. They really are my friend you see, but people seem to disagree. Others think my little friend, is really out to hurt me. To isolate me from my friends, and keep me all locked up. To drown in my darkest thoughts, just so I shut up. To make me hate myself so much, that I will hit and punch. To cry infront of my mirrors, wishing I could turn to dust. I have a little friend you see, they aren't who they say. I know them by mental health, but little friend is the name they claim.