It want to take over
It wants to win
I feel it on every inch of my skin.
It likes when I’m sad
It feeds when I’m mad
It glows when im hurt
It wants me in the dirt.
At times it goes away
But always seems to stay.
It totures me by cutting
It torments me by crying
It’s what makes me feel like dying.

This poem was written/submitted by Kaitlyn M. Williams.