Healing

This is about when I began to realize that she was no good for me or anyone else and started to indicate it.

Some things get old

Like the truths always told

Of another deep inside me.

She brought it back up

And I threw it down

Hoping that my savior would come.

And when he did I shook my head

And backed myself away,

To hide in the shadows

Of my own mental self

And left the intolerance to reign.

He helped to heal

He helped me grow

And threatened to take control

But she wouldn't have it

And told him off, to get the hell away.

The story of hate

Shoved in by love

And I very nearly never came back.