That dark depressing demon has come back to whisper in my ear, the words I never wanted to hear.
Your falling back into a cycle you can't control.
Drowning in a sea of anxiety, gasping for breath but feeling nothing left.
The nagging pain that speaks to me.
Holds me dear, tells me that there's nothing left to fear.
Yet this temptation looming over my self mutilation keeps calling and calling and calling, because all I've ever known is the feeling of falling.