it's the midnight torture, 

always sabotaging the only amount of peace i’m able to find every miserable second of this existence. feeding me those unwelcomed memories. shoving those unwanted feelings straight down my throat. the taste of blood becomes overwhelming as i’m chewing on the shards of glass i once believed to be as sweet as candy. staining my crimson lips like the sugar infused lies you spew to coat my broken heart. i can feel you again. but for once, i don’t want  to. we both know you could care less about me, but your hand still covers my eyes while the other tightens around my neck. refusing to ease and then only reminding me that your selfish ass don't want to let me go. only make me suffer.

                               
remaining blind to the pain you slip inside my dark soul. 

i'm only glad the nightmare wasn’t near as crippling as the reality we both planted inside of my mind. it’s so cloudy. flooded with a thick fog i can't seem to escape. once sadness now overcome with raging insecurity and disbelief. disappointment. i scramble to find any outlet. any power to get you out of my head. my thoughts. invading my dreams like a silent killer. i would’ve done anything for you. the worst thing i did, was let you ruin me. and just before you sunk your sharpened claws into my beating heart, i finally realize you have no more control over me. not any more. not ever again. 

as    i    open   my    eyes,   i    give   a   loud   sigh.

‘Why   couldn’t  it  have  been Freddy  instead?’