intrusive thoughts/summer 2011

Scratches burn

and voices lie.

Scars never leave

and urges never die.

Hidden away

in depression below,

is a feeling so numbing

it's become friend and foe.

It hisses and looks just

a bit like a snake,

but the voice it possesses

is more than I can take.

Hidden high in the clouds

of my heavy head be

a shadow, an urge

of hurting me.

Scratches burn,

and voices always lie;

scars fade,

but the urges never die.

-LJ

27 June 2017