Stop.
I can feel it.
It's coming back again.

The rolling wave of
self destruction
returns to shore
and I am once more
left with my own
dangerous mind, so
I scribble at paper
until it rips, ink
Staining my arms as I attempt to release
the wave back to sea
but the screams are too
loud and the urges
too strong to ignore
so i tear the paper
then silence.
I am ok for
now and my breath does
not reject my body,
and finally I can
tiptoe along the
calm shore but then
wait.

Stop.
I can feel it.
It's coming back again.