The night overcomes me
Beckoning me into the spiral of depression
Calling my name
In a pattern of dependence
I can't help but follow
Full knowing what will be there
The pictures missing from my memory
That are hers
The ones of her cutting my skin
Blood streaming down in thick lines
I go back through the darkness
Into the rage
I hate him!
I hate him!
Until reality pulls me back into my bed
And I don't know why
But tears are streaming down my face
For me
For him
For darkness, who must see it all