You sit there, watching,
wanting, needing to
help. But,
you
can't.
My own dark past,
painful in itself,
replays, replenishes,
reuses...
memories,
life,
emotions.
You want to move,
hold, comfort,
But,
you
can't.
I move, not myself,
you, frozen,watching.
Teeth hurting, skin
seducing, you, watching.
My own control,
falters, and you
want me to stop, to say
no.
But,
I
won't.
Author notes
I won't explain what it's about if you don't already know, but it's an inner demon thing, one of those problems that hurt the people close to me.
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I understand.
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