march 26 2019.

3:10 am.

It'll take your ability to function.

It'll take away the happiness-or, at least, the calmness-you were finally feeling.

It'll wait for you to be publicly vulnerable, with no one to help you.

It'll wait for you to be privately vulnerable, with your mind ready to hurt you.

Sometimes, it'll have you remembering what you don't want to/

Sometimes, it'll force itself in your mind just to make you anxious.

Sometimes, it'll have you locked away for hours just to avoid a reminder.

Sometimes, it'll leave you with nothing to do but blame and cry.

Every single time, it's like the first time.

Every single time, you think it'll be better next time.

Every single time, you're wrong.

{copyright 2019 madame-santana.}