I am tired of all the drama. I know it will only bring me trauma,
But somehow, i end up going back to the hell,that i want to forget,
I feel it surrounds me, I feel it is latched to my bod, I sometimes see it’s silhouette, In the mirror behind my bed.
Enjoying the torture,it’s making me suffer,
I try to stand but it pushes me back, taunts me,teases me,bashes me in the head.
Soon it get’s tired and walks away, stops in the middle and says,
“I will be back”.