writting
It’s like it burns at me the scars reappear in my mind. There is no reason for these thoughts. Everything is going my way and yet tears will fall. The veins will fill with pumping oozing blood like they want to explode. It’s like a damned disease that has infested itself into the deepest part of my brain. I can hide it or I can try. Fighting these epic battles that people do not perceive that I don’t want them to. I have won several little triumphs yet the waves of temptation crash against me full throttle. Freezing cold, constant shakes, un-relinquished hunger and unsettling nights. Dreams eyes shutting have vanished, hold me tighter and whispers of faith filled love NOTHING IS WRONG and yet it feels like I’m failing and falling again! What the hell is wrong with me?