Chanel T.

Black Door.

Black Door.
On both sides of a black door, my inner self and another side of me I don’t like or understand face each other.
I’m afraid, confused, lost, who is this other side that is trying to take me under.

The thoughts forced upon me by this other side are very troublesome. My good side is confused and becoming buried. I pray it will leave me alone. I pray for it to exit my body.

I don’t deserve to feel this way, the thoughts are so strong; they are convincing me the thoughts are normal and it’s me thinking them.
That is true.....but I would never think of things so dark, and toxic.

Help me Dear Lord, for once in my life I am happy with another....a person that actually cares about me. Pays attention to me....and never leaves me lonely. But this dark side is trying to pull me away from him. Please make it stop Lord.

 

Please.



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