Ghosts of my past
Come back to me
So ruthlessly,
Taking over me.

They come to me
Without summoning
The demons possess,
Without conjuring.

Yet I feel so serene,
Yet security binds me,
I’m ecstatic
Although blind.

Beautiful are the stars
But peaceful is the past,
Every haunting memory
Swirling, flying around me.

I think of every minute
I think of every second,
The days I spent crying
And bleeding to near-death.

Those days are behind me now
The days I jammed my fingernails,
The moments I ripped open my skin,
The seconds I let my tears burn my skin.

I’m grateful for my ghosts,
I’m thankful for my demons,
They keep my sane
They rid me of despair.