It Always Comes Back

This is about pain...NO I DO NOT CUT MYSELF, I just wrote what I saw in my mind.

I stare at the floor

 now covered in gore.

This dark addiction

is only sweet benediction-

in my eyes.

It stings....but I hear no cries.

I'm lost in the pain

as a drizzle of rain ,

coated in peace,

washes over me.

He finds me there,

blood in my hair.

He holds me close

But I MADE the choice.

As his tears soak my shirt,

my head starts to hurt.

I feel my heart in my ears,

and all my fears

come back to me.

They never leave.

They always, ALWAYS,

come back to me.

The End

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