I know you

I know you
The ache you carry
Inside your bones
The sadness
Etched in the lines on your face
You are loss and darkness
You wrap around me like a cloak
Heavy and solid
You come to me in a haze
Like fog and mist
I never see you clearly
Until your fingers are grasping for my throat
And I’m choking for air
You are my silent illness
That I’ll never escape.

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Infertility, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PCOS, PTSD, Rape, Self Esteem, Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Writing


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