Mindf u c k

I'm getting bad again...

It's happening, I can't stop it from overpowering me... I never can. When it happens, it completely takes over me and I am a slave to its demands. This sorrow riding upon my back; it clings to me and I get a shiver up the backside of my neck. Tiny hairs stand and my shoulders tense, I feel as though I can't breathe as its filthy mitts now slowly tighten around my neck; this noose - is strangling me and forcing tears to river down my pale cheeks; in distress. It won't get off of me, it has me as its prisoner and I will be forced to use the shank. I am under attack, there is a war in my head, in my heart, and I am being stabbed repeatedly in the back. It's not my friend but whispers little lies into my emotional ears. I plead; please go away, leave me alone, let me be. I don't like who I am when you are here with me.