The Sickness

I can feel it again
The sickness it's real.

I feel it creeping through my veins.
Slipping into the reccesses of my mind.
Filling my subconcious with the thoughts most unkind and scaring.

Slowly losing grip of my mind.
My humanity is in tatters.
All that is left is a shell of my former self.

Every fiber of my being yearns to be held to be loved
but that's not my fate.

The sickness it's here it's so painfull
So easy to give in but i cant let it controll me.

I hope ill show the right person my feelings.