Constant companion

And old piece written during the worst of my depression.

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Her manicured nails
Draw a line across my skin
Leaving a thin shallow grave
She plays her finger across the blood she drew
Staining her hands with my life
Her crimson prints stay forever ingrained upon my wrists
A constant reminder of her control
A reminder of her power

She leaves me with thoughts of times gone by
When she held my skin together
Before she tore me open
Made me bleed
Left me for dead

Once was found
But now I'm lost
Alone
But for this darkness
This cloud that follows me
Keeps me shaded
Blocking the sunlight of life
Leaving me pale
Deficient of joy
Barren of hope
Empty
Empty of happiness

Depression my mistress
Pain, my wife
These constant companions
Torture my life

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

This made my heart very nearly literally ache. I am glad to see the description for this seems to be past tense. Depression is a tough thing to go through.

[Valentine]

Glad to see that things are improving for you. I turned to God when I was down.. Valentine

[wordman]

never under estimate the power of a woman

[Mars Bear]

The woman I wrote about was depression.
Although a woman helped me recover and supports me with her love.

[wordman]

yeap I know