Anxiety was once my best friend
Depression was my mistress
Pain was who i was in love with
The three of them caused me to cheat on happiness
Anxiety was the one i could call on the thrill of the moment
Depression was who i lusted for when i needed to feel the hole thats who i would run too
Pain we had history i was used to her i was used to being hurt and misguided
I was content with being stuck on never loving never trusting never opening up to happiness
Until she left me
And the three turned on me.
YOU ARE READING
Krave
PoetryWhat you are about to read are things I have encountered and the story of pain of the past, present and the future of me healing .Some of the words may cut deep and others might leave you wondering . Continue to read and continue to heal.
