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Relapse

Crawling on the floor
Shaking, bleeding…
Pain is all I feel
Blood and tears stain the carpet
No one can hear my screams

“But everything was getting better…”

Memories come rushing in
Each bringing unbearable
Amounts of pain
Your face is the only thing
I can see in the darkness

“I thought I was moving on…”

Your voice echoes in my ears
Those words you spoke
As you left me to die

“I thought the worse was over…”

I can feel your touch
Burning my skin
The scent of your perfume
Mixed with charred flesh

“Why is this happening to me…?”

The knife in my back
Your knife
It still cuts me
I can feel it stab my heart
Over and over again

“Someone help…”

I can see you before me
I can hear you laughing at my pain
I can feel your presence leave
As you turn away
Leaving me to die

“Please don’t go…”

Still bleeding on the floor
The pain begins to lift
And I let the darkness
Consume me





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