with rainy days
and thoughts of suicide.
But my heart keeps beating,
and my dependence
keeps me alive.
I'm waiting for something.
My body knows,
but won't tell me.
I sit in anticipation,
biting my nails and
keeping busy,
so my mind doesn't wander
to things hidden.
I have to dig deep
to get there,
my secret place
where the unreleased knowledge
is held.
I am afraid that
when I do get there,
I will be too far gone
to ever return.
This situation reminds me
of when Maka released
the demon from Soul.
It almost devoured them both,
making me wonder if
my demons
will be waiting to
devour me.
Love,
Lizz
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