I thought I was immortal until I met you a while back.
You cut every string of confidence that I had.
People started looking at me like I was mad.
Like I was you…
You didn’t stop there.
You scared my wrists — you cut them both.
You made me swear to tell no one under oath.
I sometimes wondered why you came when you did.
Did you come for me or to hurt someone else?
But that wondering quickly goes away.
You always remind me that you’re here to stay.
You open scars of old cuts just to pour salt in the wounds.
No matter who came into my life and left.
You were still here in my head.
You grew like a tumor that I could never get rid of.
Because I am you.