Ill Obsession

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.