Three layers Of Ink

Each session was
an hour and a half
of pain.

Little did I know the true
hurt would still remain.

What I perceived as thoughtful
and deep turned out to be
my worst enemy who even
watches me sleep.

In my dreams I'm able to stray,
but when I awake I know you
are here to stay.

I will cut, claw, and scrape as
I may. But all efforts are to
no avail for you will never
be kept at bay.

Sitting in regret is not
time well spent, there's
nothing more I can do,
so I shall repent.

There will come a time where
I will no longer be your slave.
Soon you'll just be three layers
of ink that will diminish in my grave.

No longer will I be consumed with sorrow
because where I go I know you will never follow.