She never leaves. She's always there to remind me... it's not enough.
You should be happy they say. You have so many positive things, how can you be so unhappy?
She won't let be happy. You see she feeds off my misery and its makes her stronger. She takes any hint of happiness and hides it. She needs to be out in front. The center of attention. The winner.
She loves it when I cry. Loves it when I shut down. When I lay in bed feeling sorry for myself. When my heart is broken. When I feel nothing and want to end it. This is fuel for her.
She only becomes dormant when I take my pills. But she is strong. She overcomes my pills and reminds me that happiness is a sham.
She let's me know there is not getting rid of her. She is here to stay. No matter what I do and no matter how I try... she will always be there.
I know once I lay in my bed of black roses... she will be gone...
And I will be at peace.
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Bed of Black Roses
Poetry"In my bed of black roses, I feel no sadness. I feel no pain. There is no more darkness. I feel.....at peace." -Manie Personal thoughts of a dark soul.
