Ill Obsession

LostGirlSilenced

I don't know why I feel this. 

This urge to go back. 

Back to the way I was. 

I thought I was over this. 

I don't want to have these feelings. 

Maybe it's you. 

Or maybe it's just my ill mind.

 

My skins craving a feeling. 

A feeling of tearing skin and rushing blood. 

I remember the taste of freedom that I had. 

The freedom of being free from myself... even if it was for only a moment. 

 

I feel like I'm drowning. 

It's holding me down. 

Killing me so, so slowly. 

I cut myself free and now I'm back.

Back to the way I was. 

 

  • Author: LostGirlSilenced (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2017 22:36
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 12
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