I long for the feeling,
of not feeling at all.
Relapsing;
I try not to do.
It's hard, but I manage.
Deep inside,
where my demons hide..
I'm losing it, I know.
The darkness is welcoming me,
but I must take a pass.
I can not go back...
That's who I use to be.
Hold me in your arms,
keep me safe from 'them';
Who shall not be named.
And keep me in your sight...
For, I must win, my fight.
~ B.M.D ~
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PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me