He's back.
Watches from my bedside until i rise.
As i do he whispers clear.
Asking why I'm still here.
Tie my laces, see a noose.
Look to you, whom i know ill lose.
Draining me, an emotional ploy
To him my life is just a toy.
Pulling, bending, break, and twist.
Waiting for the day I give in.
His control, an iron grip.
Im beginning to fear, he'll soon win.
He visits me like a ghost, and follows me. Constantly over my shoulder. He never leaves