He came for me late at night.
His scarlet eyes peering into my soul,
His words were sharp like knives.
They wounded me beyond repair,
But I tried to fight him.
Called him a devil, a liar, a dream,
But my struggle only made him stronger,
Then his icy hands then wrapped around my throat.
I could not breathe or even fight him.
He looked me in the eyes,
And I felt the cold hatred in my soul.
He told me I was worthless,
He told me I was useless.
He told me these awful things,
That I had once thought about myself.
Then, he told me I should die.
He said if I didn’t he would return,
And he did.
For weeks he came and tortured me.
For weeks I couldn’t bare to sleep.
For weeks I hated him,
But then he stopped torturing me.
And suddenly I was free.
His grip was no longer cold,
His words no longer stung.
He no longer had control of me.
I don’t know who he is or what he was,
But I did know that he was gone.
I don’t know why he left,
I’m just glad he’s gone.
Because now my mind is free,
And I can sleep peacefully.