latches on
to your mind
******* on the uniqueness,
iconic-ness,
spontaneous actions,
of who You are.

Having a Storm Trooper
as your companion
For a six hour drive,

Lighting a bowl
in a middle of a *** &
Go carwash,

Being my bright ball of
light, when I  
needed it.

The parasite latches onto
that happiness,
laughter, and
soul of yours.

Spits all of it  
onto the floor,
letting it evaporate
in the air.

That little parasite
clinging on to
your mind
haunts You.

You’ve taken
medications,
shook your head,
and dreamt.

But the parasite’s will
is greater than your
mind.

You can’t see
who You truly are
any longer
but I can.

You’re
Strong
Stronger than anyone
I’ve seen.

You’re
Brave.
You could’ve ended
It all. But You
didn’t.

So, You know what?
You’ll get rid
Of that parasite

And live the life
You were meant to
live.

I hope You do.

Because
You
deserve it.

Always.