I cannot explain this feeling.

It's almost deadly.
Yet,
Its the only thing that keeps me alive.

Like the devil,
That sees through my thin soul.
I know its bad.
Yet,
If feels good?

Like the sunlight burning through my skin,
Scarring my bones with its presence.
It's exciting, new and refreshing.
Yet,
It hurts with no warning.

Like a petal that's been tossed and turned in mud,
Heavy with negativity, erasing its identity.
It's wild and challenging.
Yet,
Its heart wrenching.

Like a caterpillar thats out of its cocoon,
Flying and scavenging through dark woods.
Its happy and its free.
Yet,
It's lonely and its fearful.

I cannot explain this feeling.
Its one without words.
Its one without expressions.
Yet,
Its one with feelings.