I've never felt so physically sickened,
unceasingly tormented by Mind;
Set on by another person,
( or two, as the case may be,)
as I have these past few days.

It is intense and I hate it,
and I hate them for it too,
and am thoroughly disappointed,
but I've forgiven one.
Somehow.
I cherish one.
Somehow.
Go figure.

That's why it hurts how it hurts
and why so very much, also.

It's like eels in your heart.

It's intense and I hate it,
yet I can learn from it
if I don't let it ruin me.
Catharsis is key.

Somehow,
I hope this Firestorm
makes me more resilient.

Somehow,
be strong within
and be tempered,
otherwise,
be weak within,
and be broken.

It's getting slowly better,
but tsunamis of imagery
flood my unsuspecting mind
and seemingly any time
and continue the battery.
It's intense and I hate it.
But at least
It's getting slowly better.

No easier, but slightly better.