the things

Is always there
Lurking
In the shadows, it waits
Waiting for a chance to strike
Tearing me apart

It doesn't come out much
I learned how to make it stop,
It just sits, watching

I don't need it
I don't want it
I don't use it

So it's buried deep inside,
It hides, until I cry
It seeps back and covers everything
Turning black

Like a hole, I sink
Dragging me down

It begins again