Holding On To Sanity

Depressed Poetry

It's been years

since I last felt you cold grip

pulling me closer to insanity

But now you've returned

haunting me in my dreams.

Your voice is still the same

cold, angry and full of hatred.

Nor have your looks even slightly changed

The combination stil scares me

I remember those days long ago

when harming us brought you pleasure.

My soul left corrupted until the hour of death

I left to get away from it all

but my mind can't forget

The healing process refuses to be complete.

Scars are starting to feel eternal

Will my soul ever break free?

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