Called upon over and over
by the sharpest you could dream.
Haunted by past ghosts,
I wake from the sound of my scream.
Looking at you now,
I see that you are real.
Deep into your eyes,
I see you are true.
Tightly held,
I will try to tell you.
But, I don't know if you will listen,
I need you to know.
I am not the ordinary,
darling,y mind is anything but simple.
I do not want to scare you.
But these things still haunt me,
they tear at my soul.
I pray they disappear,
but the dig deeper.
Controlling me now,
I don't know how to rid of them.
I am trying so hard,
screaming at myself,
to let go.
And, dearest, I am trying for you,
just you, and only you.
You are giving me this strength,
this strength to not let go.
The say time heals pain,
I believe that isn't so.
Nothing heals the pain.
Until strength allows you to let go.
And, believe me, i have tried.
I have tried for quite some time.
And, I have never felt this strong before,
I've never felt this healthy.
I believe I am getting better.
The blade doesn't look as tempting,
but, i still find myself,
haunted by past ghosts,
and waking to the sound of my scream.
But, I believe this is a start.
A start to the finish.
