Each session was 
an hour and a half 
of pain. 

Little did I know the true 
hurt would still remain. 

What I perceived as thoughtful 
and deep turned out to be 
my worst enemy who even 
watches me sleep. 

In my dreams I'm able to stray, 
but when I awake I know you 
are here to stay. 

I will cut, claw, and scrape as 
I may. But all efforts are to 
no avail for you will never 
be kept at bay. 

Sitting in regret is not 
time well spent, there's 
nothing more I can do, 
so I shall repent. 

There will come a time where 
I will no longer be your slave. 
Soon you'll just be three layers 
of ink that will diminish in my grave. 

No longer will I be consumed with sorrow 
because where I go I know you will never follow.