I feel a slime creeping into my bones, it makes them shiver.
It slides with sleek movement into nooks and crannies
And I sometimes don’t notice it inhabits my flesh.

But there are times when it grips my insides with unrelenting force
And causes me to heave with agony.
Then there are times when it tickles my brain, and chokes me,
So I might laugh uncontrollably;

When really the need for death is truly unbearable,
And my lungs crave to be emptied of breath
With a scream of terror and pain.

The slime sticks onto my skull,
Pervading all sense of reality.
It tells me that I am worthless,
Even when he tells me otherwise.

It whispers secrets of my past
Into my ear
That I’d rather not hear.

I‘d rather not see.

Those memories of sorrow and fear haunt me.

Of worry.

Agony.

Leaving me nothing

When now

I have everything.